Francis Duggan Poems

He's not been known to expend energy
Spends most of his life on high branch of gum tree
Scratching his ears and sitting on his bum
And feasting on the leaves of manna gum.
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They march uptown for to reclaim the night
Carrying lighted candles and small battery hand lights
Their peaceful protest for basic human right
And in solidarity you will find much might.
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I went in search of rednecks I heard that they were rare
But I found them to be plentiful I saw them everywhere
I saw them digging dykes and drains in mud up to their knees
And I saw them in the Parliament People of high degrees.
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Some talk of their mates and what Mateship's about
But the greatness of Mateship is open to doubt
What is one person's truth is another person's lie
And so few for their mates would be prepared to die.
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In my memory she still looks lovely and in my memory she's still nineteen
And I visualize her this moment picking bluebells from the ditch of the bohreen
So lovely and young and so happy her brown hair blowing in the Spring breeze
The hawthorns laden with white blossoms and birds sing on bushes and trees
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At least spare a thought for the children the children of Poverty Street
They are homeless as young teenagers and against the odds they must compete
Their parents serving time for robbery and narcotic offences and most of their role models in jail
Their circumstance of birth is a huge mark against them the poor young people destined to fail.
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Suppose bullies will always be bullies they were bullies as schoolgirl or schoolboy
The idea of having power over others is something they seem to enjoy
Few school bullies grow into nice people since that is not their natural way
Few of them becoming loving and caring old habits die hard as some say
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These multinational criminals of legalized crime
Many of them ought to be in prison serving years of time
Instead with their wealthy friends in upper class uptown restaurants they dine
And eat the best of food and drink the most expensive wine
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The flies are buzzing in the sunshine and the little dark brown honeybees
Are busily gathering nectar from the flowers of the blossoming trees
On a beautiful day in October of around 27 degrees
And Nature she is at her calmest with only a very faint breeze
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In Gods of religion no shortage of choice
But one God for all religions that would be nice
The Gods of the Universe trouble create
A Human World without wars for God something to celebrate.
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