Alturas: My Hometown |
Alturas is scenery Scenery aflame with chosen ignorance of the revolutions And gyrations That people make in masses. It remains a comely bomb shelter- Protection for those who fear the immensly Involved and occupied ones outside. People escape and flock here from far and wide- Want to experience its surrealistic "peace and quiet" Want to enjoy the fishing and wildlife Want to raise their children right What they find are waste and want What they find are political scandals and angry farmers Who pointedly and vigorously proclaim their opinions Pounding their fists on counters Of True Value Hardware stores To the unfortunate clerks who wait on them And so the dissapointed escapees leave Shaking their heads in arrogant disgust Eager to get back to their BMWs and Starbucks Eager to hide within their sumptuous comfortable Bomb shelters that protect them From the ignorant world outside People are the same wherever you go At least we have scenery. At least they have starbucks. |