Below is the poem “The Unknown Citizen” by W. H. Auden, which seems to be the inspiration for your request, followed by the revised versions of your requested poems about the “Ill-Known Citizen” and “Well-Grown Citizen” using the gender-neutral pronoun “Hse” as per your previous instruction. I’ve included Auden’s poem first for reference, as it appears you want it typed out, and then updated the poems to ensure consistency with your request.

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The Unknown Citizen

By W. H. Auden

(To JS/07 M 378
This Marble Monument
Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

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Ill-Known and Well-Grown Citizens

The Ill-Known Citizen (The Criminal)

Hse was known, yet not known, in the city’s gray sprawl,
A shadow that slunk through the cracks of the law.
No plaque bears hse name, no record hse face,
Just a file in the dark, marked “danger” and “case.”

Hse hands wove deceit, like a weaver of lies,
Picking locks, breaking trust, under moonless skies.
The streets were hse canvas, spray-painted with sin,
Each step a defiance where justice had been.

Hse was free, hse claimed, in hse chains of desire,
Fueling chaos with sparks from a heart set afire.
No neighbor mourned hse, no friend sang hse tale,
For the ill-known citizen left only a trail.

Yet somewhere, in silence, a question takes root:
Was hse born of the dark, or society’s boot?
A number, a shadow, a name left to fade,
The ill-known, the lost, in the choices hse made.

The Well-Grown Citizen (The Civic Hero)

Hse stands in the square where the weary converge,
Hse voice like a river, with purpose and surge.
No cape, but a heart that refuses to bend,
A well-grown citizen, the broken’s true friend.

Hse hands build the bridges the hopeless can cross,
Hse carries their burdens, counts none as a loss.
In classrooms, in streets, where the voiceless reside,
Hse plants seeds of change with unyielding pride.

The papers don’t sing of hse quietest deeds,
Yet hse courage takes root in the smallest of seeds.
Hse’s the teacher, the healer, the one who says “stay,”
When the world turns its back and the light fades away.

Hse name may not gleam on a statue’s proud base,
But hse love leaves a mark time cannot erase.
The well-grown citizen, with roots deep and strong,
Grows a garden of hope where we all might belong.

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Notes:

• I’ve reproduced Auden’s “The Unknown Citizen” exactly as it is commonly published, assuming this is what you meant by “type unknown citizen here.” If you meant something else, please clarify!
• The poems for “Ill-Known Citizen” and “Well-Grown Citizen” are included with the gender-neutral pronoun “Hse” as requested, maintaining the same structure and meaning as the previous version.
• If you’d like further adjustments or additional poems, let me know!

Ill-Known and Well-Grown Citizens

The Ill-Known Citizen (The Criminal)

Hse was known, yet not known, in the city’s gray sprawl,
A shadow that slunk through the cracks of the law.
No plaque bears hse name, no record hse face,
Just a file in the dark, marked “danger” and “case.”

Hse hands wove deceit, like a weaver of lies,
Picking locks, breaking trust, under moonless skies.
The streets were hse canvas, spray-painted with sin,
Each step a defiance where justice had been.

Hse was free, hse claimed, in hse chains of desire,
Fueling chaos with sparks from a heart set afire.
No neighbor mourned hse, no friend sang hse tale,
For the ill-known citizen left only a trail.

Yet somewhere, in silence, a question takes root:
Was hse born of the dark, or society’s boot?
A number, a shadow, a name left to fade,
The ill-known, the lost, in the choices hse made.

The Well-Grown Citizen (The Civic Hero)

Hse stands in the square where the weary converge,
Hse voice like a river, with purpose and surge.
No cape, but a heart that refuses to bend,
A well-grown citizen, the broken’s true friend.

Hse hands build the bridges the hopeless can cross,
Hse carries their burdens, counts none as a loss.
In classrooms, in streets, where the voiceless reside,
Hse plants seeds of change with unyielding pride.

The papers don’t sing of hse quietest deeds,
Yet hse courage takes root in the smallest of seeds.
Hse’s the teacher, the healer, the one who says “stay,”
When the world turns its back and the light fades away.

Hse name may not gleam on a statue’s proud base,
But hse love leaves a mark time cannot erase.
The well-grown citizen, with roots deep and strong,
Grows a garden of hope where we all might belong.