The Goal Is Control Poem by Alfred Barna

In order to deny elite eye, of all humanity
Means to deny them the weapons of our enmity
Whether by religion, politics, or whatever that divides
For all of them are tools. they use for our suicides
As we destroy ourselves with their words or with their drugs
They laugh, the syndicate of our rulers; who are just thugs
Fearful of the common man with common dreams
They slowly design an alternate reality of their memes
Luring us in with the desires, said spider to fly "You'll be free"
But in truth it's a prison web of control, for you and me
The keep us dumbed down by fear; that there is an enemy
Yet they are the ones who have supplied all sides that we see
Whether the Left or Right, all puppets are in their control
For as long as they follow the plan of theirs; that's the goal
The goal is control
And with control comes their means of wealth
The goal is control
And with control comes their means of stealth
What you hear, what you see, isn't at all the truth
The want to tell us what to think from the moment of our youth
If something is being promoted as the thing to do
Chances are it's a mousetrap just waiting there for you

Monsanto and Dupont shouldn't own and tell people what they need to eat
People should be able to speak their minds, without shackles on their feet
No ministries of truth by government or cabal of corporate shills
Never should they decide what we read, see, and do against our wills
People should be able to plant and and they should be the ones to sow
Distill their own, or whatever they decide on land in which they grow
We should not be forced to buy the goods stained by blood and tears
Our vices made by our hand, and by local means by one who cares
Instead of being taxed by every breathe, every mile, and every need
Debt free money for us and children, instead of monopolies of greed
Power should always rest among the people who must bare
The laws and taxes of the systems in which they must share
Making a ruling class tends to lead to those who are above the law
Look at history, all of the misery of systems rotten to the core
The goal is control
We should decide for us and our posterity
The goal is control
We need for us and our children to be free
Are you tired of politicians telling what you should think
As they turn to their brethren and nod wryly with a wink
Even religion is corrupted to the influences of the world
We need to accept one another, freedom is the flag to unfurl