Francis Duggan Poems

Due to their lust for power the warnings of climate change some Governments ignore
Like 'tis said about much it keeps on wanting more
With our disrespect for our Natural Environment we will seal our own fate
Talks of cutbacks on carbon emissions thirty years too late
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The shrike thrush who whistles that beautiful air
One would think he is one who does not have a care
It is not out of sheer joy that he bursts into song
But to warn his own kind this acre to him belong
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For as long as I do have a functioning brain
Memories stored from life I am bound to retain
And as memory goes what goes for one goes for all
Our good and bad memories are ours to recall
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His life revolves around work his mates and football
But his wife and children he seldom does talk of at all
Each evening after work he calls to the pub
Or else to the bar-room of the Football Club.
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In all of us there is a craving to succeed
Yes in every one of us there is this need
That one day we will be wealthy and famous
And people of us will want to hear and read.
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'Tis true indeed that youth will have it's fling
And the gift of youth it is a marvellous thing
The ageing bloke in the pub enjoying his beer
Whilst his young neighbour makes love to his ageing dear
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Of their crimes against humanity we read of and we hear
Yet of violent and dangerous criminals why should we live in fear
They deliberately kill and injure people that they do not even know
The seeds of the worst of karma for themselves they only sow
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I'm not a literary expert with degrees for to show
And what is good or bad poetry I wouldn't even know
The poets who only write of self to poesy are not true
And credit should be given to where credit it is due
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For many years I've been in love with Nature
She is my Goddess of that I won't lie
She is the only God that I do know of
And I will love her 'til the day I die.
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On the last time I see old Caherbarnagh
The chill of Winter in the morning breeze
And in the farm sheds cattle for fodder bellowing
And rooks were cawing on the naked trees
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