To Not Play The Game Poem by Alfred Barna

All revolutions seek for solutions
But the answer is not to find
To understand, we are pollutions
In which we poison by the power of the mind
Our inner vs outer environment to believe
That for man there is one heaven and one earth
But man is not immune to those who would deceive
As Ego of consciousness has very little mirth
Look around you, one man's idea of paradise
Is a certain death sentence to another as hell
One need only look and ask about for one's advice
As many as you see, as many as would tell
Complex we are, there is no basic equation
There is no unified theory of man to cease
The underpinning our restless foundations
But we decide to decide, we should live in peace.
Do not enlist dichotomies of the dialectics to rule
For they are of others design to effect outcome
For we become tools of theirs, and remain the fool
This a battle in which our souls can never be won
As long as we have home and leave the world behind
Send them home also who would conquer the land
For as you disarm them of power, then they are blind
Then they will begin to see and they will understand