Ignorance

Behold the songbird,
how he flits and flutters,
tweets and twitters.
As happy as can be
among the trees of green.

In his bliss
amongst the trees where he exists,
he sometimes feels something is amiss,
but these feelings he is quick to dismiss.

For why disturb the happiness he has attained
with feelings of worry and doubt.
Within these trees, a life he has sustained,
a life spent flittering and fluttering about.

But if the songbird grew brave enough to see,
he would know the forest trees are meant to deceive.
That the land of freedom he grew to know,
was all but a show.

If he really knew what his home was,
what a tragedy he would be forced to gauge.
Beyond the trees he would find glass...
Glass that forms the walls of his cage.