Francis Duggan Poems

Why should they be remembered because of them millions of people did die
That evil people should be forgotten in truth is not a lie
Since such people are not even worthy of the title of ill fame
Yet today they are remembered for their awful crimes of shame
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In her mid forties and seemingly carefree
Proud as a mother and a wife can be
Of her husband John and their offspring Lee
The ever seemingly happy Mrs Lillian McDee
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It is true we all breathe in the polluted air
But life for so many people seems so unfair
So many of the less fortunate are doing it quite tough
And no shortage of the homeless and hungry and those sleeping rough
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It is true we all breathe in the polluted air
But life for so many people seems so unfair
So many of the less fortunate are doing it quite tough
And no shortage of the homeless and hungry and those sleeping rough
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Their ancestral myths and legends forever will grow
Yet so little of their history we can claim of to know
Their ancestors had lived in Australia for thousands of years
Until the arrival of the people from the Northlands brought them sorrow and tears
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We make heroes of people who drive fast in cars
And of elite sports people and entertainers and famed movie stars
And people famed for their material possesions and money we do celebrate
On so doing big egos in them we create
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All races of different skin pigmentation who live in this town
Take them as you find them the black, white and brown
Your race or your nationality as a person you does not define
It does not make you better than others your d n a line
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You may think you are the best at what you do
That there is nobody quite as great as you
But someone behind you up the ranks does rise
And that you are not the greatest you will come to realize
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Of late old Andy has not been feeling well
But of his life he has great stories to tell
Of his better years travelling from place to place
Where in many a town his was a well known face
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Have you come to realize that your best years have gone
And only the memories in you living on
Of your younger years and the what used to be
And what we have of the past is stored in our memory
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