Conservative Voices Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Conservative voices,
Are better heard in the desert.
Pick one.
It doesn't matter which!
And left stranded,
With imagined visions...
Of a perfected way of life,
As an oasis.

Especially by those numbed,
And believing...
Words dripping from their parched lips,
Are not merely hallucinations...
From being out in the Sun too long,
Without sunscreen or thoughts connecting.

While feeding on a diet of delusions,
That has brought an entire society to the brink of disaster.
Hypnotized by their craze.
And influenced by their lust for greed!

Thank God the majority of the people,
Chose not to live in luxurious lofts!
Or highrise condos...
To experience daily nose bleeds.
With beliefs that they are living high and mighty.
Locked within recycled polluted air...
Sickening themselves,
At the price of a good view.

Just think of it...
If they were in their right minds,
Wouldn't they be greater than the claims being made?