Francis Duggan Poems

Everytime i turn on the radio news of more tweeting threats i do hear
Of Donald J Trump trying to instil in other Nations leaders fear
His most recent boast is his nuclear button is bigger than that of Kim Jong Un
In such dangerous and threatening talk there is not any fun
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Perhaps i am anti social and this is nothing of for to feel proud
I yearn for a quiet place far from the noisy crowd
Out there in the quiet countryside far from the busy street
Content in my own company where the creek and river meet
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A nice home to live in and enough to eat and drink should fulfil anyone's need
But some people with this not happy those obsessed with material greed
With some enough is never enough by demon greed they are possessed
Never happy with a nice wife and healthy children by life they do never feel blessed
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The common people includes you and me
We are told who we are and what we should be
And on how that we ought to be classified
By those at the top of the social divide
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It is a warm evening near forty degrees
And warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze
That blow up the hill from the park by the bay
For January thus far the warmest day
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The one who is free live as she or he choose
With nothing to gain in life or nothing to lose
Without anyone for to tell them what to do
I am not of that sort and what about you?
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Though politicians in their policies on our lives in some ways impact
Of the truth of the matter there is only one fact
That if you wish for a better World to live in
Do not leave it to others with yourself you begin
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Praise for me on my mind does take toll
Since it renders my ego out of control
And a swollen ego can be a soul destroying thing
So i would prefer that others my praises would not sing
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It Is cold in the fields where the rushes do grow
Where Finnow bank high to the Blackwater flow
The chilly wild gales from the northlands do blow
And the Boggeragh mountains are covered in snow
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Though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
In Nature no shortage of things for me to write rhymes about
The day it is warm the sun it is out
In this beautiful place in the far coastal south
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