Heritage

Heritage

It must be an election year—

They are working on the roads.

The rest of the time

They forget about Mtn. folk.                                               

They know how passionate we are

When we rally for a cause—

I reckon some stuffed-turkey politician

Is lookin’ to secure some votes!

Only when they need us

Do they call.

Otherwise they sit back

With smug-rotten stares

Viewing us as rednecks

Who run barefoot thru the woods…

                                Well…

                                                What’s wrong with that?

We want a skin-to-dirt connection

With our earth.

Keep pursuing the hollow vacuum

Of ritzy gold watches

Of exquisite automobiles

Packaged with the most luxurious technologies—

Your Italian silk suit is fine!

I’d be surprised

If it wasn’t worth more coin

Than my entire wardrobe

Would it shock you to learn

That I don’t care?

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I'll re-visit this one soon and add more content, but I just wanted to publish it and get the message out there.