Francis Duggan Poems

A fair go is all one can ask for but people in jail serving time
For speaking out against their Government free speech should be a right not a crime
The rights of the individual are trampled on in the guise of what's good for the State
You show me a fair minded leader and their name I will celebrate,
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He was such a likeable fellow and in him there was so much good
And his spirit surely will live on in the high fields by Claramore wood
Though he'll never more hear the lark in the Springtime above the slopes of Clara hill
His friends they will surely recall him when wildflowers will bloom by the rill
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The more I learn of life the less I know I know
That I'm no wiser now than I was years ago
Of the ways of people it does seem so true
That most of us have a secret or two
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He mirrors the face of the majority
The Nation's Government leader he seems so ordinary
We voted for him since we like what we see
You hear many say he thinks similar to me.
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More creatures are in danger of extinction every day
And extinction is forever that seems so sad to say
Due to captive breeding programs many species now survive
When we remove trees to build houses of habitat more creatures we deprive
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And what are we but water, blood and bone
And one day we will be lifeless as a stone
We live for awhile and then we fade and die
In that way the monarch is no different to I.
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So much to like about her a nice person to know
She has her own small fan club her friends in numbers grow
And old friends she has not seen for years with fondness her recall
As a very staunch supporter of the fair go for all,
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A nice enough day under thirty degrees
And the goldfinches chirping on the sunlit street trees
And through Hamilton Town a freshening breeze blow
Much more pleasant weather than a few days ago.
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The redwings soon will fly back to the Northlands when their home breeding woods are clear of snow
Far distant from the old fields of Duhallow where the Blackwater towards the ocean flow
For migratory birds remain true to their nature they always return home to breed in Spring
In their home wood they nest and raise their offsprings and in their home wood their finest songs they sing.
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He talks to himself as he walks the old road ageing Der twenty years past his prime
'tis said of him he is not right in the head though that in itself not a crime
He never had children he never had sex and he may never have a wife
But if all were like him we would not have crime he never has sinned in his life.
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