Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

241. A Good Man Though 2/6/2016
242. A Good Person 12/28/2007
243. A Good Person To Know 1/23/2016
244. A Good Person To Know Of 3/11/2016
245. A Good Rhyming Poem 3/27/2016
246. A Good Sort Of A Bloke 5/21/2016
247. A Good Sport 5/18/2008
248. A Good Story To Tell 1/31/2008
249. A Good Woman 2/28/2008
250. A Grand Old Pair 5/2/2016
251. A Gray Haired Fellow From Wonthaggi 6/7/2016
252. A Great 2/28/2017
253. A Great Mind You Need Not Be 7/1/2016
254. A Great Person 6/12/2016
255. A Great Person Indeed 2/24/2009
256. A Great Survivor 6/8/2008
257. A Greater Force Than Her 4/16/2016
258. A Greenfinch Is Singing 2/25/2017
259. A Grieving Mother 11/15/2009
260. A Grieving Widow 3/29/2008
261. A Grounded Silver Gull 7/25/2016
262. A Grudge I Will Not Harbour 7/26/2008
263. A Happy Migrant 2/23/2008
264. A Happy Old Man 5/25/2016
265. A Happy Person Always Nice To Meet 1/10/2016
266. A Happy Sound 7/9/2016
267. A Hard Old World To Live In 8/30/2016
268. A Hard Working Fellow 4/27/2017
269. A Heartbreaking Thing 4/17/2016
270. A Heaven Without Fauna 5/11/2008
271. A Heavy Fog 7/8/2008
272. A Hobby To Their Kind 5/17/2008
273. A Holy Person 7/28/2008
274. A Holy War 1/6/2008
275. A Homeless Man 1/28/2008
276. A Homeless Old Man 8/5/2008
277. A Homeless Woman 12/21/2016
278. A Homesick Refugee 5/17/2008
279. A Horrible Thing 11/23/2016
280. A Huge Population 7/3/2008
Best Poem of Francis Duggan

Racism Is Around Me Everywhere

Of human ignorance I am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.

Some people carry their honour in a flag
And of their Nationality they brag
They feel superior and they differentiate
And against those who are different they discriminate.

So many people still judged by their race
For such there never ought to be a place
'A fair go' those untruthful words I do recall
There is no such a thing as a 'fair go for all'.

Though we live in a so called ...

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Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same

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