A Superior Race Poem by Francis Duggan

Though racism some people like to embrace
There is no such a thing as a superior race
We are born of woman and born to die
The same for the monarch as for you and I
And whether you die as a young child of four
Or live to be ninety or a century or more
Each day that you live one day nearer your last
You physically cannot return to the past
The cricket who lives in the crack in the wall
Is no less of a mortal than us after all
His span than ours may be shorter for to chirp and call
But to the scythe of the reaper we too have to fall
And though the praise of celebrities some love to sing
A superior race there is no such a thing.