Best Outrage Poems
There’s no decorum or respect
Within the White House walls
And cameras let us witness
Some behavior that appalls.
Invite a foreign dignitary
Then berate, insult, accuse –
That’s the playbook for a bully
Desperate to be in the news.
Why would any other country,
After seeing that display,
Send a leader, knowing he or she’d
Be treated in that way?
Every day brings more examples
Of outrageousness and shock
Which, at one time, simply seemed like
Acts of bluster we would mock.
But the stakes have gotten higher
And if all the guardrails fail,
Someday writing such a poem just might
Have me end up in jail.
A red-streaked panorama graced Washington's dawn
Clear lake-blue skies there all day long
Portland smoke-gray, from tear gas and pepper spray
Antifa showed its true colors on Inauguration Day
Not a hint of outrage from the government or the press
It's alright if the fascists are left-wing, I guess
At the Inaugural Ball, attendees donned their prettiest dress
Masks muting their 'concern' over the Oregonian mess
I think we should consider this!
We all get berserk over a mass
shooting in the USA, yes?
However, where are your tears for
125, 000 unborn children who will
die tomorrow and everyday this
year?
Where is our sorrow?
Where are our thoughts and
prayers?
For those 125,000 snuffed out
unborns each day.
An unborn is neither a cyst nor a
pimple.
A human being will be killed and open
awake in God's tender arms and see his
loving, gentle dimple.
We weep and still moan the Holocaust?
While, nations avoid and end lives with no
conscious at all, daily....en masse?
* World Health Organization figures were
used in this poem.*
By Elton Camp
Dog lovers are in an uproar
Won’t tolerate it anymore
A precious dog has been killed
Their loving hearts are chilled
Its life was very important, they say
It shouldn’t have been done that way
Though the chance had been detected
With Ebola virus it might be infected
They say, with a hypocritical smile
“Just quarantine the dog for a while.”
“If it sickens please wait and see.
If not, set the noble creature free.”
Never mind the enormous cost
Or that human lives could be lost
Others, they want that chance to take
But not them, for goodness sake!
Folks that crazy in the head
Should let it sleep on their bed
They won’t, out a rightful fear
Yet, whining we still will hear
I saw a man going down the street,
I thought it odd, he had no feet.
I saw a woman by a newspaper stand,
I thought it odd, she had no hands.
I saw a girl smelling a rose,
I thought it odd, she had no nose.
I hadn't gone another pace,
I saw a boy who had no face.
I saw it all, such a disgrace,
To set of a bomb in a marketplace.
For the Innocent People of Baghdad.
© Dave Timperley 2013.
Between the two doors,
one that leads you in and the other moves you out,
stands this man, shouting at this little girl,
the voice like an autocrat,
and the words come out as easily without a second thought.
The anger of some previous tension, all out on this poor soul whose
smile has turned into a frown, and the colors of the day get dark.
Inside that heart that was away from stress, now someone's anger
rests into hers. Hatred that was on the back burner until now,
is coming to a boiling point, she wants to revert back,
want to say that anger does not solve
problems, things can be taught without that.
No more can she stand this authoritative dominance.
She stands there looking into his red eyes and opens her
mouth finally, word after keep coming out and she goes on without listening,
without anybody understanding, bangs the door and goes out. She had said it all,
the frustration of being the youngest and the forbearance of domination.
Never had the courage come up before, but after waking up
it was unbelievable that it never happened.
Have you ever been convicted of a felony?
Have you ever aborted a baby? ...
Outraged by the second question's premise
~ we shed no tears for the baby's demise
The Lord spoke softly to me:
"Go into your room,
close the door behind you
and pray to your Father above.
You screamed "Come out of that room!
Hell knows what you do in that room!
The people want to see you out of that room!
You spend too much time in that room!"
The poet writes in aesthetic words,
"Perhaps you should greet the visitors;
it is the right thing to do.
Be humble, show kindness and respect too.
The Father lovingly says,
"I understand, my son,
that you want to pray;
talk to me when you are done.
Joseph Biden thought he'd call Donald Trump
Trump picked up and roared, "How ya do-in,' Chump?" --
President Joe was outraged
He had Stormy Daniels paged --
Smirked, "This'll help you get over the hump."
It was the way he stuffed his hand down the front pocket
Of his blue slacks
As if he was standing in a movie lobby
Waiting for friends
Nonchalant
Wanting to watch you watch him with an unbreakable stare
And almost a grin
His chin
Jutted out like Trump’s
To a shocked yet thrilled crowd
That holds its breath and thinks
You don’t really have that kind of power
Do you?
Chin way out
Maybe he’s counting loose change
Down there
By the circling of his fingertips
Or weaving his pinky through a keychain
Maybe it was a judge in his pocket
Or protection by police unions, Rupert Murdoch the Koch Brothers
Those darkest angels of all
Or the lowest call of all for Law and Order
That was the comfort he sought and found
Whatever it was he felt no need to hide his deed
His freedom
To take his time suffocating another black man
Beneath his knee
Breaking the man’s wind pipe by crunches and inches
Like ten minutes to him was but a last day of vacation
Wishing he could make it last so much longer
Though he’s still not satisfied
Wants to finish the job right
Wants to observe us all doing nothing about it
For a very long time
More chin more grin
Wants to tail this damn troublemaker
All the way to the pearly gates of the county border
With that hand absent-mindedly
Poking around
Fooling around
Killing time
Deep down there
Searching for the bottom
Of his pocket
Bored
With doing his duty.
I'm so sick and tired of police brutality;
Incidents after incidents of racist White cops
Brutally beating up or killing
Yet another Black person, guilty of a crime
Or not. Mind you, these incidents still occur
All over America, despite well-documented
Torture and murder of George Floyd,
In broad daylight. A shocking, senseless crime
That sparked outrage, condemnation
And cavalcade of protests the world over.
Yet it's as if it was all in vain!
White cops violently targeting Black people
Still saturate the media. Will this madness
Ever end? The punishment
For their obvious felonies is...wait for it...
"Paid leave pending an investigation"
Huh? What investigation?
And why are they still getting paid
When they ought to be fired, ASAP?
It's an outrage!
"O" Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Outrage
Date written: 09/24/2021
Soul feels outrage, being confined
Mind-body prism decays
Senses guide what may be divined
Bondage till end of days
Cessation sets us free
When head and heart agree
In carefree, joyous spree
Body a cage
Soul feels outrage
12-December-2021
Quietus
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
A day
That I’ll always remember
A very somber DAY
A very sad day
A day to ponder
A day to wonder
A day
Not like any other day
A very unusual day
A day to pray
A day to say
A day of madness
A day of sadness
Oh! my God
A very crazy day
A day to respect the Lord
A day of hell
A day to hail
The Almighty
With respect and dignity
A day of outrage
A day to be wise and sage
A day of extreme confusion
A day of ebullition
A day to love your neighbor
Your brother and sister
We are all related by blood
We are made of the same mud
Let’s love each other
Mourn and cry together
We should not be killing each other
Let’s shower each other with love
Think and dream of a better tomorrow
Flee the nightmare and the sorrow
Hope is still alive
We will survive, we will survive.
P.S. Dedicated to America.
Hebert Logerie Friday, September 11, 2009
Property Taxes Are An Outrage
By Elton Camp
At such time, if any, I should become king,
Property tax to an immediate end I’ll bring
Although most taxes I don’t mind to pay
To get revenue, there has to be a better way
To tax our property can it possibly be fair
With so many tax deadbeats being out there
Because I worked hard for a house and lot,
Should I continue to pay for what I’ve got
But if I had lazily sat around on my behind
Then a place in public housing I would find
It would seem right in bleeding hearts eyes
To take tax from others my rent to subsidize
But because I did things the old-fashioned way,
Now they expect for what I earned, tax to pay
Alabama has the lowest property tax now, I know
But if I had the control, it would become zero