Alfred Barna


Hope into a Hole


Hope into a hole
Loss of all control
Madmen at the wheel
Do you know how we feel?
Virtual but in real sense
So is ignorance
Can you claim?
No one is to blame?
Close your eyes in the mirror
Because the guilty become clearer
Are you able to judge guilt or innocence?
Just what is your defense?

What is to proclaim
When your leaders are blind and vain
Bonfires are in cyberspace
Defining the human race
Didn't you say the Net, was a net
Or did you somehow just forget
Ministry of truth?
Who would fall for that one; not the youth
Lies are laid down thicker
SSRIs are prescribed quicker
Draining into rivers
Yet no one can feel the shivers

Hope into a hole
Loss of all control
Who's the dungeon Master?
Charcoal or Alabaster
Or just a parquet
That leads down the way
Expecting followers and fools
With financial and surgical tools
Earth is part of creation
Not a sublimation
Maker of all that has been made
Joins in the cavalcade

Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2013

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  • Rookie Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde (1/27/2013 9:23:00 AM)

    That is the very best summation of how the world stands right now. Total mess, but none care to acknowledge or understand. Superb poem… (Report) Reply

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