Where is the love? that is deeply ingrained,
Into us as children, as we are trained?
Why is there horror and bias and hate?
How do we know when it's just too late?
I am a Pagan, standing tall and proud.
Allowed to hurt no one, not even Myself.
And yet there are those who stand against Me.
As if I were their Devil. Incarnate Me.
They use their prejudices as a knife at My heart.
To tear at My world and rend My life apart.
They terminate My employment, to be Pagan is "sin."
They fear and hate Me because I'm not like them.
Is this justice? Their God's way? Can they do this?
Of course they can. Christians, with dollar-filled fists.
Three hundred years ago, it wouldn't be like this.
They would hunt Me, and burn Me; a sacrifice...yes.
Does life make us miserable, intollerant and mean?
Or is it just the way we are? Is it just in us to be?
I don't have the answers. I'm doubting Myself.
I don't even know the questions to ask someone else.
