Francis Duggan


In Death All Are Quite Equal - Poem by Francis Duggan

More than eighteen million dollars per annum Macquarie Bank pay their top C E O
Whilst millions are going without food his bank account does grow
One might think I begrudge him but good luck to him I say
Though 'tis sad to think that thousands of poor people die of hunger every day.

'Tis sad to think that asylum seekers though not guilty of any crime
Are held in detention centres like common prisoners serving time
Their crime to want a better life for deportation they wait
Back to the Lands where they fled from to an uncertain fate

In death all are quite equal but one cannot say the same of life
The wealthy bloke for a birthday present buys a new mercedes for his wife
Yet thousands of homeless people in some third World Country of malnutrition slowly die
Unsheltered from the sun that's blazing fiercely in a mid Summer sky.

Millions of dollars being paid to Sports and Movie stars life does seem so unfair
And thousands must grow poorer for every new millionaire
And poor people fleeing from Warlords in unsafe boats across the seas
And in refugee camps around the World 25 million refugees.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008



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