Poetry, Uncategorized

The Seagull

The seagull watches
From the window ledge

Frowns through white
Irises that slid from their

Baby black is not a colour
but a political stance

Framing resistance
Against the lazy

Guzzler of rubbish
Who squawks the loudest

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