Francis Duggan Poems

Every Sunday she is in church praying and singing hymns to God
And in her prayers she asks her God to remember the hungry and the downtrod
And to take care of our soldiers who fight in an awful war
Against those awful people in a Land from here so far.
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The Government Ministers in some third World Countries from the people they govern they steal
They lead the high and the good life whilst millions hunger for a decent meal
On internet scams they cheat others to distribute their millions into a dubious foreign bank account
They sow for themselves the seeds of bad karma and their greed for them to nothing will amount.
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We are ruled by self centred rednecks on the face of the World a dark mole
They control most of the World's finances the people who don't have a soul
They live in their own narrow circles and though money speaks every language some say
Whilst them and their families and few select friends grow wealthier the poor grow poorer by the day.
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Our so called Liberal Government are Liberal in name only
As the concept of liberality they do not embrace
They are old style fifties conservatives
The name of liberal with them seems so out of place.
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One does grow tired of hearing small town talk another name for idle chatter
Of Local gossip and Local news things that hardly seem to matter
In the much bigger World out there where everyone's your rival
Where people compete with each other for jobs and for personal power and even for survival.
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She is quite scared of bigger spiders even at the sight of one with fear she scream
But otherwise she is a tough one we all have our phobias 'twould seem
Some Human Beings are far more dangerous than spiders though she doesn't see it that way
Even the most dangerous of spiders have seldom ever killed Humans they go after much smaller prey.
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He was the little boy who played in the Schoolyard
Now in his prison cell by life he has been scarred
His future looking bleak a black mark against his name
Time behind prison walls only earns one ill fame.
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Many left the old Town by the river to work and live in Cities far away
From where they went to school and spent their early years and first saw light of day
But some remained in the Homeplace and there worked for lower pay
And credit them for their love of home those who at home did stay.
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You don't like what that person is saying then you can switch off your t v
You have choices and you can make them that's how it works in a democracy
If you feel that person is talking rubbish listening to that person do not stay
Than listening to the unenlightened why waste one moment of your day.
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One cannot help but admire the reaper the reaper doesn't differentiate
The rich and the poor he treats as equal your money will not buy him as your mate
He will claim us sooner or later with him you and I have a date
And though we may feel robust and healthy for us he is prepared to wait.
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