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  45.     

Without Death, Bloodshed And Suffering

Without death, bloodshed and suffering wars are never won
And only hatred and grief survives when the fighting is done
And war heroes honoured in every war street parade
By war men the memories of war not allowed for to fade
The politicians the praises of the war dead do sing
Their politicizing of war for sake of power not an honourable thing
For God, Flag and Country and National Pride
Far too many good young people in wars have died
one war leads to another war as the wise one did say
And millions for patriotism in wars with their lives do pay
For the sake of war the war men create us against they
And for the love of a flag the young and brave die in wars today
And on Rememberance Day the war men parade up and down
In a show of patriotism through the streets of the town.
 
Francis Duggan
   
 

   
   
 

  46.     

A Homeless Man

When compared to mine his dreams are very humble he does not seek much out of life at all
A small flat he could call his home to live in compared to most his wishes seem quite small
At sixty seven years he's on the street and homeless a Winter dawn is breaking cold and gray
With long gray beard and looking thin and shabby he walks uptown as he does every day.

Some may say at his age he should not be homeless that life's many chances he left them go by
But they don't know him or his circumstances he is a person just like you and I
So many of us lacking in compassion beyond our own selves we can't seem to see
We applaud the wealthy see them as successful and condemn all of those in poverty.

Where did he sleep last night? the thought just chills me
perhaps on park bench in the park nearby
I feel so lucky I've a warm home to go to and a comfortable bed on which to lie
Save for circumstance his lot in life might have been my lot
his life story must be one of living hell
But who knows if there is a life hereafter his soul may go to live where angels dwell.

A wintery dawn above the city breaking and the nip of winter in the morning air
And a homeless man uptown is slowly walking a gray bearded man with long gray straggly hair
There's many more like him around this city people like him nowadays no longer rare
And when compared to him I feel I have been lucky and by circumstance I have been treated fair.
 
Francis Duggan
   
 

   
   
 

  47.     

To Glorify War Heroes

Though talk of war and death and such I do not wish to hear
To glorify war heroes we have the balladeer
The old men displaying their medals march on war memorial day
Though they look tired and weary now and they are old and gray.

They weep for comrades who died young in battles far away
Young men who were buried in mass graves their bones far from home lay
'Tis said they died in freedom's cause though many with that do not agree
Since any lessons have not been learned from man's war history.

Each time I listen to the news the headlines mostly bad
A suicide bombing in Palestine a car bombing in Baghdad
More atrocities with a direct link to terrorism to many it would seem
But to those who give their own lives to kill the fulfilment of a heroic dream.

Of suffering and deaths linked to war so much has been written and said
And wives and mothers in the World today still mourn their war dead
And still the soldiers come back home to a victory parade
For people who shoot at other people too much respect is paid.
 
Francis Duggan
   
 

   
   
 

  48.     

The Kiwi

The National bird of New Zealand is the kiwi
Once plentiful but now considered rare
Before the coming of the colonizers
These ratites were abundant in the Islands everywhere.

Their name was given to them by the Maoris
Though i cannot say what the word 'Kiwi' mean
I only know they are nocturnal creatures
And in the light of day are seldom seen.

I know that there are three species of kiwi
I've seen one in nocturnal house in zoo
By log in enclosed cage the house was dim lit
And of him i did not have a good view.

Their nostrils placed at the very tip of their bills
Their long thin bills for probing in soft ground
And it's been said that on calm nights in the high country
Their voices can be heard for miles around.

They call the People of New Zealand 'Kiwis'
From their national bird they come by their nickname
Though the timid birds who come out after twilight
Will never know of their enduring fame.

The Kiwi is National bird of New Zealand
And she lays a huge egg for her body size
And she ventures out each evening after night fall
In search of food beneath the darkened skies.
 
Francis Duggan
   
 
 
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