The world we hail from

As I ponder this thicket green,
places beautiful;
places obscene,
I see a bird so nonchalant,
gliding past,
a tuneful chant.

A city lost within it's blood,
a village crushed into mud,
suburbia hiding untold tales,
a government that never fails.

Lies revealed,
honesty hidden,
for this is the world we hail from,
and I'm not kiddin'.