Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

1161. Belfast Lough 5/21/2008
1162. Belgrave Town 5/14/2008
1163. Believe Half 2/17/2008
1164. Believe In Your God 3/28/2008
1165. Believe It If You Wish 4/17/2008
1166. Belinda 5/5/2008
1167. Bella Mourns For A Departed Beauty 1/20/2008
1168. Bella's Day 3/2/2008
1169. Ben From Foster 2/2/2008
1170. Ben Hartnett 2/27/2016
1171. Ben Heeran 2/5/2008
1172. Ben Johnson 5/27/2008
1173. Ben The Drainer 2/10/2008
1174. Benazir 7/22/2008
1175. Bereaved Mountain Mother 1/12/2008
1176. Bernard O Donoghue 2/21/2008
1177. Bernard O Dowd 7/19/2008
1178. Bernette 2/14/2008
1179. Bernie Hassett 6/7/2008
1180. Berwick's Fairest 1/27/2008
1181. Bess And Joan 2/24/2008
1182. Bessy 1/7/2008
1183. Bessy's Klepto Son 1/31/2008
1184. Beth 3/5/2008
1185. Betty Fitzgerald -new- 6/15/2016
1186. Betty Marsden 2/8/2008
1187. Between Dimboola And St Arnaud 1/18/2008
1188. Between Loch And Wonthaggi 1/21/2008
1189. Between Melbourne And Sydney 3/5/2008
1190. Between Terang And Warrnambool 3/31/2016
1191. Between Wrong And Right 3/10/2009
1192. Beyond Me To Explain 8/4/2008
1193. Beyond Our Control 3/28/2008
1194. Beyond The Crowded Street 11/14/2008
1195. Beyond The Hill 4/11/2009
1196. Big Andy 3/22/2008
1197. Big Annie 1/4/2008
1198. Big Bill 1/31/2008
1199. Big Bill The So Called Redneck 4/21/2009
1200. Big Boy 3/8/2008
Best Poem of Francis Duggan

Racism Is Around Me Everywhere

Of human ignorance I am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.

Some people carry their honour in a flag
And of their Nationality they brag
They feel superior and they differentiate
And against those who are different they discriminate.

So many people still judged by their race
For such there never ought to be a place
'A fair go' those untruthful words I do recall
There is no such a thing as a 'fair go for all'.

Though we live in a so called ...

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Makarora

Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
redpoll
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same

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