How Do You Build A Berg? Poem by Alfred Barna

You meet in secret to rule all men
You make plans only Mammon can defend
With a finger to your lips you smile
World leaders in government and business guile
Saying little men, we’ve nothing but you in mind
You move further ahead, we further behind

You say that you truly care
And you only want to help us out
We’re tired of your fear and our self-doubt
Lurking behind red cloaks you then leer
Changing nature, food, and even water
You’re lawless, pounding your fists for order
You say you labor day and night to bring a light
But within darkness you summon death
Profiting from heroin, cocaine, and Meth
Incredulous you then feign, “Why have they lost our trust? ”
Our schools, cities, and infrastructure crumbles to the dust

How do you build a berg?
You gather slaves to erect your Cheops high
You laugh, as they create your dreams, and they die
Upon your altars, palaces, and your public squares
Your cold tip we feel, but below all unawares
In crypt shadows your roots consume
Your glory and power has become our doom

Now you want to merge with machines to live
Yet in immortality you will beg for a reprieve
You ask for something you can never receive
You long for something you cannot give
Our cries have reached the highest heights
Even the lowest of men possesses his rights
You say that time is no longer, you are stronger
You may torture this corporal carcass
You merchants of death and of sadness
Because you believe you have all control
But everything in this life must take its toll