Francis Duggan Poems

That the majority of the wealth of the World is owned by the few
Is merely stating a fact and not anything new
Even in so called prosperous Nations the poor growing poorer by the day Worldwide
And the gap ever increasing in the social divide
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Lucy said to me do you miss Ireland far away
Since out of Australia she addedfor a long period of time i could not stay
She did have me thinking for an answer to her question i felt lost
Migration to the migrant always comes at a cost
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Of dark band around breast and neck and face and unders white to gray
And brown wings and bluish backs birds i do not see every day
They mostly live in flat shrublands close to the ocean shore
Among the birds of Australia as well known they are not to the fore
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She has her young to feed in stick nest on tall tree nearby
With flapping wings she hunts from the sunlit sky
On the one spot whilst looking towards the ground
To stalk small bird or small animal prey in the grass moving around
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He is not one of the self centered and proud
In public of his achievements talking loud
Yet there is no kinder than him in the town
He never turns his back on the one who is down
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The great Mother Earth who does feed us humans all
And every life form from the great to the small
Us humans take from her and in return to her little give
Yet we are dependant on her for to live
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You find life a battle and you have done it tough
You have been hungry and homeless and lived and slept rough
One who has often been down and refused to be counted out
That you are a survivor you leave none in doubt
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The paddocks are looking so brown, bare and dry
And no sign of rain in the sunny blue and gray sky
Black cattle from the sun sheltering in the shade of the trees
And warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze
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Life can be quite tough as old James knows all too well
His addictions for years had him in earthly hell
He admits that to his nearest and dearest he has been unfair
But he has finally won his battles with his ghosts of despair
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We learn from Nature something new every day
That we never stop learning only true to say
And the more we learn of Nature the more we realize
That we know little of her this not a surprise
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