CLOTHED
IN DEMONS
Do you fear my beliefs?
Do you e'er wonder
why?
For YOU propagandised,
Not Pagans, not
I.
You changed our Horned
God
To a symbol of hate,
Our Goddesses hi-jacked
And made into saints.
True sensual love
was
arraigned and despised,
and our magical
rites
were called blasphemous
lies.
Sacred groves were
uprooted,
Or buried 'neath
stone
Of your brave new
religion,
Serving one God
alone.
You have clothed
us in demons,
And no longer see
Through the lies
heaped upon us,
For the weave is
too deep.
Can the loom of this
prejudice
Ever be stilled?
Will the sharp grains
of rumour
No longer be milled?
Will you unpick the
threads
That hold many in
fear,
And leave us in
peace,
Our Goddess to revere?
Will you bring understanding
Into the new age,
Instead of the trappings
Of self-righteous
rage?
I dream: yes, I dream
Of the tolerant
days
That will come when
blind hatred
Is all washed away.
Blesséd be.
Written by and
© copyrighted to
my wonderful
friend David B.

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