Megalomania Blues Poem by Alfred Barna

Sweet siren call; drawing me in
If I have to take down the world
Then I'll take the prize and win
Better for the earth to take my embrace
As I enfold the globe and squeeze
I am the savior of the entire human race
Like Midas of old, all I touch is gold
I would not settle for anything less
But utter, and complete control
My heart’s desire, worldwide corporation
Not hapless independent fiefdoms
But servants bowing down; One World Nation

Easier it is to annihilate with one bomb
Than to convince you all, I rule
Can you all see that you are a fool?
I am your mother child that I will calm
I take your anger, your guns, and your rules
Sing you all lullabies so sweet and strong
I will not leave anyone out, all belong
I have the Megalomania blues

Nothing that I do, is without merit
Each step I take is for your own good
I am the Leader King, I will not share it
Listen well little one, do as you are told
I am Jupiter, Poseidon, and Jove rolled into one
I shall wear you down, until you are my fold
Trouble not your mind with cares of thought
I am teacher, seer, and consort for your soul
I will tell you everything you need be taught
I will appoint science as the new dogma all
You shall not question what we reveal
Or you shall be rehabilitated; until I call

Easier it is to annihilate with one bomb
Than to convince you all, I rule
Can you all see that you are a fool?
I am your mother child that I will calm
I take your anger, your guns, and your rules
Sing you all lullabies so sweet and strong
I will not leave anyone out, all belong
I have the Megalomania blues