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Unholy Gathering

Icy faces walk among the graves,
Hapless victims of an unpleasant case;
Heady potions, imbibed by the dead,
Are strong in intoxicating spirits.
Handsome and hideous are some of them,
Hanging like residue of the filth.
May we find it hard to investigate
The alms attached to their visit.
Handy slender arms outrage the dumb,
The dumb outweigh the not-so-dumb.
Jittery motion encases our behaviour,
For they exhilarate us while we live to die,
They merely die to live, dying is for them easy.

poem by Naveed Akram
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See you in heaven

I write- I do this- as I
Think so- as not by others
Hence mind it- I say
Not again bother you- at day
Remember my genre does I belong
I think- been thought a fool for long
Respect whom- I gather courage
About the presence- outrage
Told me about- I was afraid
Since the day- was I bom
Up- raised- and grown
By the angles whom I trusted
More than I say- what I bother
I have written so much and other
Create a panic- all around us-
But what to do- going to sleep
My little girl- see you in heaven

poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Police Brutality

Guns blaze in rage and anger
leaving another dead
as bullets pierce a
body without armor,
leaving everyone asking the question
why, as no one understand the pain
of a mother

tears held back to show courage
as so called serve and protect
caused some damage
in anger and pain feeling brokenhearted,
left a brother with a gun in outrage

tears came down like rain
but none can wash away
the blood stain
the night you took my brother
left me here in so much pain
i loss all respect for the

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poem by Robert Roberts
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Microthin Smile

Stage was set for the god of death
to alight in vertical scoot.
Then a wall of fear was raised
to outrage the door of saviour.

The receptors were removed from brain,
rejecting the manhood
to join the queue of media barons.

Truncated lord becomes unbuttoned;
truth condition wavering.
Not again the ride through fire

Me and you are untying
the nuggets of tomorrow.
Death and dew will decide the venue of the event.

Go on beating the microthin
smile on the face of the moon.
Clouds are rising without me.

poem by Satish Verma
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A Busy Street

Shameless, nude always invites
To outrage her modesty,
Smooth and grey
who would not be
The victim of her
charm,
Pleased with being invaded
Yet wishes them to lessen
their intensity,
In search of peace most blameless Yet always ready for retribution,
Like a great saint who never minds to take
The burden of their sin,
Bearing the rage of elements and lost in her silence,
Like a harlot baring her bosom to all,
Welcomes each new and old visitor,
But ah!
Has anyone ever tried to descend in her emotions?
Still looks all the time so fresh and so new.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Grass Cutting

Today a hundred yards of green lawn
along the river promenade,
interspersed with small trees and bushes,
are ready for trimming.
Fifteen men and women
with strimmers, baskets and long-handled brushes
are given the job of creating great clouds
of fine green and brown dust,
interspersed with sitting and laughing
in a circle in the shade,
to give the heat of the day a chance to fade;
a not unpleasant communal occupation.
This would cause a sensation,
or even provoke outrage
in England, where one Council Worker
must do it all on the minimum wage.

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poem by Brian Taylor
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After

Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And, absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne!

I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face!

poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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Displays of Public Outrage

Few are those who seem motivated enough to make efforts.
However...
Many are heard vocalizing their opinions of those efforts made.

And it appears as if they are the least stimulated,
With encouragement to sacrifice this time spent...
Introducing effective alternatives.

And they are the ones who become first defiant,
When requests are made for them to clean up their own trash.
They have fear of being witnessed having an interest in themselves.
And this produces displays of public outrage.

'We have every right to express our freedoms.
In a manner we see as being justifiably fit! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)

Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground,
Uncertain whither from myself to fly,
To thee, dear Lady, with an humble sigh
Let me devote my heart, which I have found
By certain proofs not few, intrepid, sound,
Good, and addicted to conceptions high:
When tempests shake the world, and fire the sky,
It rests in adamant self-wrapt around,
As safe from envy, and from outrage rude,
From hopes and fears, that vulgar minds abuse,
As fond of genius, and fix'd fortitude,
Of the resounding lyre, and every Muse.
Weak you will find it in one only part,
Now pierc'd by Love's immedicable dart.

poem by William Cowper
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Democracy says that the popular vote can take right away and once taken away the act is sanctioned and upheld by all laws, human and divine. I deny it. I say it is a wrong, however it is perpetuated. Why, mothers. What do you care how you are robbed of your babe? The question is not how it is done, the outrage is that it is done at all. No matter whether it is done by an individual or a conspiracy of many individuals in a community agreeing and concerting according to the forms of law. If the poor babe is torn from your heart, that is the unspeakable wrong. Not the manner in which it is perpetrated.

quote by Owen Lovejoy
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