The Ties That Bind Poem by Alfred Barna

Freedom now lies, but upon the tips of a tongue
Idyllic, a lip service, yet seldom is it sung
We have been swindled of dreams to the catchers
Waiting like spiders, webs abound, for the snatchers
Taking humanities precious hopes and dreams
Churning them into endless data streams
Feudal future, corporations of constant control
Furiously searching, for any sounds of the knoll
Which will release the prisoners from the cells inside?
The hijacked masses from which elite hide
Be very careful, and look not to quickly behind
For many are the ties which bind

What possesses men to coldly contemplate?
Compendiums of laws which to rule, and to bait
Yet consider themselves above their horrendous spell
They are not bound by them, feigned innocence as they sell
Curses upon those who rue from their blood stained bench
Lording over others, yet they themselves are mired in stench
Hades they have created, yet rationalize their guilty part
That somehow all those sentenced are deserved of their lot
Yet the source of their misery is plain for those who see clearer
If they themselves would step a step closer up to their mirror
Be very careful, and look not to quickly behind
For many are the ties which bind



The mighty deluded, into believing upon them remain no constraints
Corralling the wretched and poor and all their complaints
Within their tormented hearts they massage upon all that they are sore
Believing that they are innocent, for they have removed from them the law
Yet Laws dear men are universal, which no man can expunge by wit
They remain upon the soul, and every single man must abide by it
Laughable, but your elite status would quickly disappear
If you left your fellow man alone and to his intimate affairs, gave not a care
Your freedom and theirs is entwined and quite mutual as you can see
But your self-importance insists, you are most certainly enslaved as are we
Be very careful, and look not to quickly behind
For many are the ties which bind