Outrage
I am at odds with this world
bearing ill will towards all,
There’s a moral outrage brewing
in me that I’m unable to constrain.
It’s like I am on a crusade to
right the wrongs of modern society
and punish those responsible.
To exact revenge on those who
have soiled the fabric of society.
Unbeknownst to me,
this seething resentment
is raging deep within my soul
towards the self-serving society—
This unabashed hedonistic wasteful culture,
indifferent to the plights of the downtrodden,
Pursuing pleasure and good life while
the populace at large die of hunger.
Some people wallow in luxury and extravagance--
They hoard, they feast, they overindulge,
unconcerned with the plight of multitude living in
squalid condition deprived of basic human needs.
Yeah, there’s a rage within me
and I am hell bent
on smacking the world down.
There’re people in it who are evil and deceitful,
Selfish, corrupt, arrogant, marauders
and self-indulgent thugs.
I like to put them in a chokehold and
squeeze the life out of this egotistical lot.
Lord, it’s time to unleash upon the world,
The Four Horsemen of Apocalypse!
~09/21/21
~Contest: "O" (Outrage)
~Sponsor: Constance La France
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