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.
