Terror: Fear The Fear Poem by Alfred Barna

Terrorism, the Border Collie, nipping upon heels
Menacing the sheep into pens for slaughter
Enemies well fed, by a ruler, falsely beckoning; steals
Legitimacy, sly smiling; he only wishes simply for order
However chaos, is a tool which they remove those
Who stand in their paths toward dominations
Damning any and all who have not joined and chose
To remain afar, from their fervid machinations
Technological innovations are aiding evil as never before
For through distractions, and through blatant lying press
Everything has conspired to make enslavement an easy chore
And the suffering easily hidden and easy to repress
While an artificial utopia is displayed, hell kept in the dark
But hell we are living, and what we see is a mirage
We are knee deep in a combustible liquid, waiting for a spark
Yet torches we are hurled, and bullets for a massage
Prometheus promised knowledge not to all, but only light for the top
While ignorance is foisted upon serfs; and that will never stop

Until we open our hearts, our minds and our souls
When they cry, peace and safety from all the terrible fears
Lo the lies, and the ruthlessness of those at the controls
Don't let them force you to "make -believe" they have our cares
For life is meant to be tended to always, never a holiday shall come
For those who entrust in others always, a surety you will be caged
For they will have you in their battles beating the drum
And you will become their amusement in their pointless wars raged
So a co-operant humanity immersed commercial living lie
As if in "group think" we can obtain something which to make us whole
Taunted ceaselessly, how to vote, what to eat, to wear, and to buy
Yet always we are rendered empty; and draining out our very soul
The third world now unleashed upon the bastions of the first
Witness the worldwide corporate merger, to make minions of us all
For they have made of us deserts, and now making use of our thirst
They will use our ignorance and greed, to finish their cabal
For the hierarchies have always been to those with the flame
Keepers of the secrets managers of those who made our lives their game