Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

201. A Good Story To Tell 1/31/2008
202. A Good Woman 2/28/2008
203. A Grand Old Pair 5/2/2016
204. A Gray Haired Fellow From Wonthaggi 6/7/2016
205. A Great Mind You Need Not Be 7/1/2016
206. A Great Person 6/12/2016
207. A Great Person Indeed 2/24/2009
208. A Great Survivor 6/8/2008
209. A Greater Force Than Her 4/16/2016
210. A Grieving Mother 11/15/2009
211. A Grieving Widow 3/29/2008
212. A Grounded Silver Gull 7/25/2016
213. A Grudge I Will Not Harbour 7/26/2008
214. A Happy Migrant 2/23/2008
215. A Happy Old Man 5/25/2016
216. A Happy Person Always Nice To Meet 1/10/2016
217. A Happy Sound 7/9/2016
218. A Hard Old World To Live In 8/30/2016
219. A Heartbreaking Thing 4/17/2016
220. A Heaven Without Fauna 5/11/2008
221. A Heavy Fog 7/8/2008
222. A Hobby To Their Kind 5/17/2008
223. A Holy Person 7/28/2008
224. A Holy War 1/6/2008
225. A Homeless Man 1/28/2008
226. A Homeless Old Man 8/5/2008
227. A Homesick Refugee 5/17/2008
228. A Huge Population 7/3/2008
229. A Human Rat Race 4/12/2008
230. A Human World Without Love 7/15/2016
231. A Humbling Thing 2/17/2016
232. A Humid October Day 10/29/2008
233. A Hungry Belly Game 2/7/2008
234. A January Morning In Knocknagree 1/5/2008
235. A Jimmy Carter Fan 2/1/2008
236. A Journey On The South Gippsland Freeway 2/2/2008
237. A Joy For To Meet 1/12/2016
238. A Judgemental Man 5/23/2008
239. A July Night In The Country Town 1/27/2016
240. A June Day In Duhallow 2/4/2008
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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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
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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