Prejudice of
Your own people,
You made
The poorest
Of your kind
Into outcasts.
You claim
They are dirty,
Working in
Forsaken jobs
In dark alleys
You’d never
Be seen in.
Give them a chance
To compete
With the best
Of the rest of
Your caste system.
They will prove
You wrong;
Let them truly
Be untouchable.
Hey, beautiful...
This is very,very good.
The only point i would make is ,although i enjoyed this, there is a lot kept from the reader.
Possibly too much to make this poem really work.
Who are the Untouchables and who contols them?
Nice idea but poetry must make sense to the reader.
There are to many questions and not enough answers.
Still enjoyed, cheers.