Francis Duggan


Red Is The Blood


You are one who is born to lead
A very fine person indeed
And great things we hear of you and read
Though red is the blood we all bleed.

Your name is sir and your wife's name is dame
And you are not strangers to fame
And despite the title in your name
Your blood it is red just the same

As those in the poor side of town
Poor strangers to wealth and renown
The blood that flow through their heart to their head
Than your blood is no less a red.

You are a World renowned athlete
And the best of all Nations you've beat
You stride out so graceful and tall
Though your blood it is red after all.

The royal one wears a diamond crown
As in a horse drawn carriage she is driven through the town
But to live food and water she need
And red is the blood that she bleed.

Submitted: Sunday, May 25, 2008

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