This is my first poem ever.
Who marches there?
With wings so rare,
Did you see the glare?
Does anyone care?
They are the diseased…
For they plead to cease…
They are the suppressed…
For they fail to impress…
Betrayed by the religion…
Dominated by the culture…
Trapped within an illusion…
For they are the future…
Did you see the glare?
Does anyone care?
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Having been your first stab at poetry, your successful future is evident in the unique delivery of your message. Good luck!