Stranded Poem by Alfred Barna

Anyone could be wrong
But no one, has it all right
As we keep on, keeping on
Just to stay up in the fight
Sometimes you look for shadow
Just to see, where is the light
You find that faint glow to follow
To point where you lose sight

Stranded here, without a clue
Stranded here, what do I do?
Everyone is homeless, and hungry
Although, we have much, we're so empty
Anger inside, madness outside
Wherever we go no place to hide
Waiting for the next shoe to take a step out
Waiting for the surety to leave all the doubt
Unless we get together, we'll be taken apart
We must open our eyes, and open our heart

Anyone could have a key
But only one can open the door to our cell
We can agree to disagree
But within our hearts, there's so much to tell
We sit in our silent room
As technocrat, and political ranks all swell
Overshadowing even our gloom
Off in the distance we hear freedoms knell

Stranded here, without a place to go
Stranded here, without a face to know
Everyone needs to stretch out a hand
And begin now to understand
Anything that divides us; multiplies the State
Anything that attempts rile us, multiples the hate
We need a world of people, not of world of lords
A world of families, not mindless corporate boards
The answer is within us, not some council of the wise
They stoop to dirty tricks, to say we need them, but open your eyes