You Say Poem by Alfred Barna

You say, you are doing all things for the greater good
And doing to others, what nobody ever should
Harvesting from the world, yet not a single sweat dropped from your brow
Yet telling toiler and sowers you own the world, and you’ll tell them how
You have the means because of your minions you built with arms
And you have the ruthlessness, and you direct all the bombs
But in the end you shall see, you can’t have it all, when you add up the scores
Because, you can’t even see, that what you claim to own; is not yours
It belongs to the wind, the sun, and the moon, as well as all you see
And no matter how hard you try to enslave, they will still run free
The common man, you claim as chattel, you just can’t understand
He’s got a common view, and he has got just a simple plan
But your grandiose schemes have got him caught in your machine
You don’t know where you are going; you don’t know what you mean
Your technologies that you harness for your charade
Have even to your plans have been overlaid
But even you are blind, and you still cannot grasp, what you cannot feel
All that you see before you, is a virtual space, and it isn’t real
So even your Samson option will only fall down, upon you
Because there is always, what remains a lie, and what remains true
And there is nothing you can do……..nothing you can do.


Politicians are great at taxing for funds, never funding solution
The coffers making the corporations richer and we get more pollution
Yet they cry and moan please it’s all for the children and single moms
As they load up the arms on both sides and drop ever more bombs
Supply the intoxicants for the veins and blood for those numbing the pain
They load their offshore accounts from the misery that drives us insane
The banksters launder the monies dirty from the graves that nobody saves
Their security services cover for them, yet tell us that we are still surveillance slaves
Yet no one monitors the thieves that steal the hope from the plundered
Still the poor starve, the abused and homeless cry; and no one has wondered
The powerful still thirst for more power, the powerless, ever without a voice
The government and institutions want to tell all, that there is no more choice
You will bow down, and accept the mark into our dark netherworld
A united amalgam of nations, faceless, mindless, neither boy, nor girl
Promoting a sad state of affairs from the powers that should never be
Still small vestiges of pockets remain where peoples still wander free
But even in the deep jungles and remote realms are being gathered into maniacal plans
But what you say into the night will never drift into your greedy hands
And there is nothing you can do…nothing you can do