Elucidating Questions

I think we each find our own way

In this destruction they created

I wonder where my gods have gone

Where the pagan rituals went

The ones that they looked at and painted as barbaric

And erased

They still look upon my practices as

Barbaric

Crude

They coopted Celtic religion and made it synonymous with evil

People say “Pagan”

They mean “Satanic”

There was no fucking Satan in the Celtic lands

I give thanks to the mother goddess and dance under the stars of thousands of years of experience

Life

Lighting the cosmos

And I feel it

The ridicule

We haven’t been allowed

To be given recognition.

Pagan.

Druidic.

Celtic.

They died.

Still in the homeland there are

Don’t call me a fucking Brit

Rightly so, brothers and sisters

Rightly gods damn so.

Oh but it’s everywhere

It’s in every sentence

The foul poisoned blood of the sacrifice

I get stuck here,

I’m sure you don’t

But he meant well.

If he was.

You know him, you’ve heard of him at least once today.

Not one person from here doesn’t know his name.

But they.

The phrase should not be

Absolute power corrupts absolutely

It should be

Humans who crave absolute power are corrupt, absolutely

And following, thousands of years of tears and pain.

Death.

And loss.

On the back

Of the fucking

Cross.