Another judgemental poem

Paragliding gulls
Hover above
Multitudes
Of wind-swept Englanders
In their wind-break castles
Wind-burnt and
Basted
Under a pastel sky
 
The reality:
Despite my
Existential air
I know
Therefore I am
Just like them
Except browner
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