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Best Poems About / On POVERTY
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If madness was consumed by sanity
if madness was consumed by sanity,
would ward rounds be necessary.
if anarchy was disolved by harmony,
would the upholders of the law,
be shown the door.
if death was prevented,
and life eternally extended,
would the men in black,
shack up
and retire.
if love ruled strong,
and its fruit never turn sour,
would we then be happy.
if poverty was sold to luxury,
would the needy not need charity.
if madness was consumed by sanity,
where would all the great writers be,
if anarchy was dissolved by harmony,
would robots be all we see,
if death was prevented,
and life eternally extended,
there would be no martyrys
to worship.
if love ruled strong,
revenge would have no home.
if poverty was sold to luxury,
our spare change,
would no longer distance there pains.
if everything that is wrong is put right,
life was cease from evolving,
and i would stop writing.
Not Long Left
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Are We So Blind
You look at him the one we chose to lead
He does appear so ordinary indeed
Are we so blind that through him we cannot see
If he's so average how stupid are we?
To have bestowed such great power on him in the first place
One so lacking in charm and wisdom and in grace
Than him a child has far more knowledge in his brain
Our choice of leader beyond me to explain.
The middle class to the wealthy he only represent
In a Land where far too many are homeless without even a tent
For to shelter from the cold and wind and rain
From the poverty of others far too many stand to gain.
The one we chose as our leader is so far from great
Though each day more millionaires he does create
For each new millionaire more are in poverty
Our sort of leaders we deserve it seems to me.
Francis Duggan
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Hidden Poverty
In a Nation of many well off people they call it hidden poverty
The poor souls of the back streets that the wealthy never see
They live in condemned houses that are clearly in decay
And out of sight is out of mind or so 'twould seem that way.
In a Nation of many millionaires many live in a tent
People forced to become Homeless when their landlord on them raised their rent
The greed of the wealthy leads to homelessness and the numbers of the homeless multiply
The only roof that some know is the polluted Urban sky.
The Land of opportunity many have been known to say
Those who feel that all is rosy they themselves are doing okay
So many do grow poorer for every new millionaire
That is life some will tell you but life's not always fair.
In a Nation of many millionaires hidden poverty abound
And in the back streets of the City people sleep on the bare ground
Crudely referred to by some as losers and it seems sad to recall
That there was never such a thing as a 'fair go for all'.
Francis Duggan
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I've Been Such A Lucky Fellow
If I should die tomorrow I've had a happy life
Never had a major accident and never known heartbreak
Never known what it's like to be really hungry and lady luck's been kind to me
And every morning after six as a free man I awake
To the pleasant sounds of Nature of Mother Nature's family
The wild birds chirping and singing on every bush and tree
And light of day is shining in through my window pane
And who would not feel happy another day to see.
I am such a lucky fellow I've had a happy life
I've never been in prison and the gift of freedom I enjoy
I could have been born in a Third World Country living in dire poverty
And though not a money millionaire few luckier than I.
I am such a lucky fellow lady luck is kind to me
And my healthy though ageing body is free of any ache or pain
And though I am not seen as wealthy or successful I have never known poverty
And I've never known of the heavy crosses of which others can complain.
Francis Duggan
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