The ignorant live in their own small world,
Hidden by a lack of understanding;
The many lies they hear are never unfurled,
They're sheltered by belief in a being;
Even some who swear their veracity,
Thrive gaily protected by their credence;
They welcome menace and mendacity,
Pushing away actual malfeasance.
But the ignorant can only see grace,
In their paradise they live cheerfully;
Their faults are invisible in that place,
While the rest of us remain fearfully.
Sadly ignorance will always be bliss,
And I will always notice what I miss.