When seagull meets pigeon at the water’s edge
the fight begins,
for hungry stomachs and ruffled wings.
A wretched gathering desperate for gain
as they challenge for tossed scraps,
stale, full of sin,
And so continues the food chain,
A struggle of many with only one aim,
from the squalid bowels of a garbage bin.
How quick we are when there’s nothing to lose
But quick would we be if nothing to win?
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