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.