Fish in a birdcage

There sits a fish,
trapped in a birdcage.
Weather being sun-ish,
it was tought to be strange.

"How dare they hold
such a creature against it's will,
letting it collect mold
as if it's some kind of a thrill."

Many looked on with pity,
unaware of their own
position in the same captivity.
Only one had a crown.

The swan looked down, thinking:
"what idiocity it is, to be
unable to realise one's caring
worth less than the help to flee."