Enemy Of My Own Creation Poem by Alfred Barna

Enemy of my own creation
Giving me complete control of a nation
If you denounce my power, ever growing
It’s obvious whose sympathies you are showing (shot rings out)
Ruling with force much easier with greater fear
No one questions (shot rings out) , or they might be next
I am the master with an ever reaching ear
And ever watching eyes, down to your every text
The enemy is the smirk behind my back
Yet everything I do is kept behind the cloak
I have think tanks on the offensive to attack
Steering committees obscured behind media smoke
Enemy of my own creation
Instilling a primal fear, for security of my elation
Yet as I stand with the sheep bleating for peace
I hold your paper signed in blood, as part of our lease
To be sure some get caught up in my plans
Joining my made cause, dance with Frankenstein
Helping to further the means into my hands
Adding entertainment as my brand is on the line
I make, I buy the bullets and sell them just the same
In the media I can do no wrong, they just sing my song
Anyone who prints or says otherwise, they are insane
Nutty truth seekers, the lie is safely where you all belong
Enemy of my own creation