Had I The Gifts Of A True Bard Poem by Francis Duggan

It's lawyers, bankers, doctors and such the people that most matter
As their clients grow poorer by the day their bank accounts grow fatter
To every millionaire there is thousands from financial hardships suffer
The rich grow wealthier by the day whilst life for the poor grows tougher.

The bureaucrats and plutocrats who help their rich mates only
And few of them even spare a thought for the poor and the lonely
The Hollywood stars and the snobbish Royals by birth right elevated
They stand for class distinction and are grossly over rated.

Had I the gifts of a true bard I'd write for the forgotten
Despite the advances made by Humankind society is still rotten
And despite the war to end all wars there's still wars and cultural tension
And that thousands die of hunger still is beyond comprehension

Had I the gifts of a true bard I would condemn the greedy
And heap praise on the kind of heart who help the poor and needy
They combat poverty and want without thought of self or glory
These are the people I admire I'd love to tell their story.

Despite the advances made by Humankind society is still rotten
And we still bow to our Kings and Queens whilst the millions are forgotten
And it is a poor World after all if money only matter
If the greedy rich grow wealthier by the day and their bank accounts grow fatter.