Is this an example of a good poem?

i (sidewalk)
i am stepped on and trampled.
walked on and forgotten.
i am needed but not appreciated.
cracks run through me caused by the same creator that built me.
each step on me is short-lived.
each thought of me is quickly replaced by new ideas.
it is not until i am unavailable to use that they realize my importance.

we (crowd )
step after step we tirelessly continue.
like a blur, our surroundings pass by.
nothing important enough for us to remember, or to think about.
we don’t notice the others around us, thinking, walking, hurting.
we are oblivious to the lives of our peers.
nothing else concerns us.
for we are walking on the same broken, cracked sidewalk as always.
nothing has to change, so nothing will.

you (addressing a person)
you look at me but don’t see me.
you hear me but don’t listen to what i have to say.
you talk but you don’t mean it.
you are scared but you don’t show it.
you take the same beaten path as them.
you are scared to take a step in the wrong direction.
i am too.
we all are.
but you don’t see it.
none of you do.
you don’t see what is wrong.
you don’t see what we have done and let happen.
and you probably never will.

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed