Alfred Barna Poems

The saddest of things
Belief of the thief
Divine right of kings
Mitigated disaster
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No matter how depressed and burdened we feel
There seems nothing can lift our deepest despair
And the pain so deep, we can no longer conceal
Yet young child’s laughter peals through the air
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There are men who view people as a disease
Who should be eradicated from the earth
Yet they should be allowed to do as they please
Only the common man, controlled from his birth
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Welcome my Son, to the great divide
Into this world into which we have been born
Decisions we must make, we cannot hide
Into this rose garden we muse, always a thorn
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When so young, when we were wise
Growing older we slowly grow numb
Finding we hadn't yet, looked with old eyes
Upon a world hidden in some surprise
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Pondering upon the sands of time
There lies the Sphinx
A sojourner who watches the crime
Of how the common man thinks
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So many things, I have tried to teach you
And you have taught me to love and smile
So many times, I have tried to reach you
Yet it was easier for you to cross the mile
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May this Christmas keep you warm

When the world has grown cold
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Elections! Elections! ; elephants and donkeys have come to town
Barkers of slogans, whirling dancers, debates that will strike you dumb
Political theaters, drama, obedient clap, come enter now, the clown
Their masks and makeup are flawless, laughter, nose to thumb
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We must seriously question our behavior
To how we are blinded to things that are planned
We all propose to have for us a savior
And to those who disagree with us are damned
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