A fragile existence, of chaotic order.
Peoples sanity, will, honesty, are all reaching the border.
A mocking bird, the innocence of song.
Such beautiful innocence, does not belong.
They are different, strange, and unknown.
Because of that, love, respect, fairness to them are never shown.
The mockingbird sings, staying strong.
Even though they realize, they are treated wrong
Hunters stalk them, in smug superiority.
To stay alive, is the mocking birds only priority.
hunters chain the bird down,
they muzzle its mouth, unable to make a sound.
They are broken puppets, slaves to the shackles of the hunters ignorance.
Others watch they see there is no sense.
They don't rebel, in fear of being out-casted,
for to long, this senseless violence has lasted.
The mockingbird stays, plays its part well.
Unable to cry, scream, resist or tell.
The hunters come, cruel smiles appear as they watch their prey.
Just because of what the mocking bird is, it wont live another day.
Shattered and tor