Is it true that all people are created equal
With certain rights
Or are some "more equal", and we don't put up a fight
It's evident throughout the world
But even in small towns...
Certain people rise to the top without doing anything
And others are pushed down
Untouchables...unpretty ones...unpopular
Treated as the minority
by all the other scornful jealous beings
Who follow without seeing,
They hold the same fate
Society is a caste system
Impossible to destroy
Built up by notions of beauty and status
That don't make sense, and have always had us
in a ridiculous grip
Tightened, and strengthened by the insecurities
Of all of us untouchables
No pleas
Are heard...we want to be liked as well
But are treated as though invisible
Only noticed when something goes wrong
So the few not of our fate can let out the tyranous roar
While they bask in the glow of the Humiliation
Of an untouchable
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