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Frank Doherty Poem
If you cannot rise to the challenge of love
Then spare us the hatred and bitterness
Plumb the depths of your soul in silence and in solitude
That you may penetrate the mysteries of your inability to love
Resolve your inner conflict and rejoin us when you are able
Only then will you do no harm
Only then will you truly belong
Only then will you see that Life is for lovers
When your actions are not borne of love
You cannot but hate yourself
For the waste of life
In dreadful realisation of what might have been
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Frank Doherty Poem
Who will love the troubled souls
With which this world abounds
These broken, tragic, fragile folks
Once lost then seldom found
Didn't they have hopes and dreams
And lots of things to say?
But somewhere in the mists of time
They seemed to lose their way
Yet if they got help they need
I wonder who they'd be
So who will love the troubled souls?
I guess that's down to me
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Frank Doherty Poem
In all I do that's good and true
You'll always have a part
My body ailed, my mind had failed
But you held me in your heart
You sowed a seed of love
And asked for nothing in return
That spark became a flame
And soon the flame began to burn
Giving light and warmth and comfort
To the souls in greatest need
Who would think that such a harvest
Could emerge from just one seed?
But so it was and so it is
You're ever in my heart
In all I do that's good and true
You'll always have a part
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Frank Doherty Poem
A Good Young Lad
A good young lad, a fine young man
As fine as you might see
He gave his life for a noble cause
To set his people free
Yet darker forces prompted him
To take the Martyr's path
And with cynical persuasion
Primed a weapon for their wrath
They filled his head with foolishness
Half-truths and downright lies
They filled his heart with hatred
For the people they despise
So off to do their bidding
Causing carnage on the street
Yet hoping for redemption
When the slaughter is complete
Woe to the puppet masters
As evil as you'll find
Psychopathic despots
Controlling fragile minds
A good young lad, a fine young man
As fine as you might see
He gave his life for no good cause
But a tragic fantasy
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