Barren asphalt stretch flat spotted with packs of white
Birds encircling like vultures for unwanted morsels,
Swooping down for some trash seen as food from the skies,
Proudly perched on high posts knowing all in its sight
Off dead gravelly ground screeches bounce through the air,
Suffocated with heat smug metal’s mocking glare.
Hundred rows of machines doomed externally dirty
Bombs dropped by majestic free fliers of the sea
Hungry beaks clever heads follow close and surround –
Where is a solution for this living pollution?
Waddling webbed feet betray their fries diet disguise
Picnic stealers loud screamers infest sky and ground
Wheels send snowy feathers in a flurry of flight;
Watch the gallant gulls soar burning sun in their eyes;
An unsettling message from accusing stares read
Think us pests but in the end you’re not unlike we.
Poem written in grade 9, 2010
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