Francis Duggan Poems

Our ordinary heroes wave their National flag
And of their patriotism so proudly they brag
By their type so often dreams of peace are destroyed
So much for the fervour of Nationalistic pride.
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The human population increasing and bigger grows the Rural Town
And for more houses to house more people more woodland trees have been cut down
And Nature's children made to suffer the local wildlife have been dispossessed
When creatures lose the wood they lived in they become homeless and distressed
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In the way we behave towards others we surely have the choice
And it should go without saying that it is nice to be nice
And if you are nice to others they will be nice to you
In life as we are often told we receive what we are due
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Once friends we've grown apart the past has gone
But like 'tis said of life that life goes on
They have forged new friendships that does suit me fine
Their interests are so different to mine
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One can only try to be a better person and hurtful things of or to others never do say
And never no never do make fun of others and if you can do one good deed every day
Remember you or I not the only people on this Planet there is more to life than me, myself and I
The greatest of people are born to be mortals we live for awhile and eventually die
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You say you are proud of your Country of you what does this say
That you are Nationalistic it does seem this way
And from Nationalism wars often begin
Where even the winners never seem to win.
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Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me
That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree
So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain
That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain.
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He always wears his war medals on his coat of them he feels so proud
And he has a hearing problem the reason he talks so loud
He says I'm a World war hero of which some don't wish to know
Of a battle fought in Europe more than six decades ago.
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He help the homeless children the children of the street
He give them clothes and shelter he give them food to eat
He try to shield them from police the police no mercy show
And the glue sniffing children of the streets at their hands suffer so.
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Tired of his boring existence and tired of his ever nagging wife
And tired of his job and the workplace and generally tired of life
He wakes at 5 A M from monday to friday to go off to work for the day
Nothing in life for him easy he works hard for every pay.
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