Where Historic Myths Exist Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Whoever decided,
People will pay to stay...
Where historic myths exist,
And a quality of life...
Has been diminished.
Are those who believe,
Preservation of monuments...
Fenced and manicured,
Without including...
The truth of a participating diversity,
Are those who wish 'their' ethnicity...
Embellished to re-create,
As destination places...
Those living within them leave in droves,
For places where investments are made...
On those who are living 'today'.
Able to taste the fruits of their labor.
With it done without their pockets picked to pay,
To allow the rich to romanticize their dead ancestors.

'Are you referring to New England?
Or Bible Belts where butts are squeezed tight? '

I am referring to where life is lived to be welcomed.
And where the obviousness of it is not.
I am referring to young people and those who are old,
Solicited to pay...
For a quality of life that continues to become limited.
And tremendous taxes that are paid,
To keep political correctness...
Proper etiquette and pretentions prioritized.
Where thrones are sat upon.
And fading symbolic images are praised.
When it has been long realized a life to live to have,
Especially 'today' and in the 'now' we all witness...
Can be done by everyone without paying to stay happy.

'Oh?
So you refer to 'reality'?

Yes. Reality.

'Good luck with 'that' delusion.
Only those who are mavericks and nonconformists,
Come to see life 'your' way.
I have a suggestion? '

And what would that be?

'Change your medication.
Or...
Double the dose.
Don't resist a getting closer to God.'