Not Long

Not long, not long.
In times gone by we took us.
Not wrong, not wrong.
By deed and word and song,
beheld the gods within us,
and knew where we belong.

For many years they spurned us,
Where once with joy and welcome;
but yet they came to turn us,
with hate and dread they burned us.
Tolerance now a slight thing,
with peace and love but seldom.

How may we defend us,
in bleak times and uncertain,
what icons to remind us;
what hurt and harm may find us.
To think and will and dare we may;
let silence be the curtain.

What magik may we weave,
for times of dissertation.
What tennets to believe,
what words to un-deceive,
ourselves, and those who cannot see;
to allow us to perceive.

A new age, a new way,
Is coming soon,
Despite the words they say
Despite the lies that may betray
Or free us