Francis Duggan Poems

It does seem that time ticks on fast
And only the memories do last
Of the past and the what used to be
Only live on in the memory
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The day it is warm over thirty degrees
And the air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
In the cool shade of the trees contented cattle chewing their cuds lay
In the warmth of the Summer on a December day
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As a result of a family dispute
When hidden feelings are no longer kept mute
In public former family friends of each other bad things do say
In some families it can be this way
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That love can be fickle this is so
They loved each other years ago
Of years both beyond the three score
And they do not love each other anymore
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Millstreet did not go to the World out there so the World out there came to Millstreet
In the Duhallow Town today people of many different nationalities you will meet
People of many cultures and creeds of Countries Worldwide and of skin colors black, white and brown
Live in view of old Clara Hill in and near to Millstreet Town
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There are no borders in the World that anyone can visibly see
No borders even where the land end at the shores of the sea
The people who create borders for to keep others out
Are the sort the Human World may be better off without
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I know of one who fear in his coffin he may wake from the dead
With darkness and earth all around him and earth overhead
He does not wish to be cremated since fire he greatly fear
That his is a morbid fear of death does seem obviously clear
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Since money only matter how poor humanity
In a World where at least a billion people do only know of poverty
And where the World money markets are controlled by the super wealthy few
That the underprivileged are many is not saying anything new
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Out there under the brown scrub by the mountain the bones of the first Australians lay
But no stones or any memorial to tell of their existence today
The government honor a flag created by colonizers and fallen war heroes instead
Without even bothering to mention the existence of an indigenous dead
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Of Bourke St Mall in Melbourne Victoria Australia there can be little doubt
That it is one of the most multicultural parts of the World to go on walk about
As a multicultural shopping mall it has won Worldwide renown
For it's people of most creeds and nationalities and races of black white and brown
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