Enemy Within Poem by Alfred Barna

We spend more time and effort to destroy
Than we exert upon justice and peace
Lie in wait for advantage, with troops to deploy
Yet ineffective in aid, should bullets cease
We can't defend lies and thieves with force
Any more than men win upon smashing a mirror
We look at a reflection, stoic, claiming we are boss
As our plans over ourselves are made clearer
Philanthropic we are, when we horde far too much gold
Yet see dregs and rebels, when poor stand upon only principle
We connive to protect the assets we stole
Not to save laws and ideals that are invincible
Man treasures least what he cannot grab
Valuing well-dressed demons, than peasants plain
Whose daggers remain sharp and ready to stab
Any who would challenge their earthly domain
But your paradise you see is hell for those who remain
Within your prisons, whose walls shall one day enclose you
For paranoia works its spell, no one to trust to the insane
Enemies are everywhere seeking to depose you
No amount of money can keep one secure from an enemy within
For sleep must come to all, who weave and worry
Look again into the looking glass; he stares at you with a grin
And you cannot turn from Him, or His fury