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.
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