What is a Witch? (Poem)

”You’re going to Hell”, they said,

And I simply walked on by.

“This concept of Hell you have,

is your belief, not mine”

“You worship the Devil!” They cried at me,

and I simply shook my head.

“There is no Devil in my worship,

that’s your belief instead”

“All Hallows’ Eve is a night of sin!”

They tell me every year

but that was your festival first,

it’s simply my New Year.

“You’ll cast a curse!” They like to say,

but that just isn’t true.

“Magick is a sacred gift,

one I wouldn’t waste on you”

“So what do you do?” said no one,

Never taking time to learn,

“I’m glad you asked,” I cannot say,

sharing is all I yearn.

“Being a witch has nothing to do

with the medeaval lies you spread.

We do not curse, we do not maim,

that is all in you head.”

“Our beliefs are far more simple,

Our practice gentle and bright.

We worship only the Earth we all share,

the energy of the moonlight.”

“The star we wear is nothing to do

with the Occult you blame on we.

It’s function is one of protection,

Please try hard to see.”

“As a group we are a gentle one,

Our worship is all around.

If you took time to learn the truth,

Your ancient views would run aground.”

“We don’t believe in spreading hate,

Or casting wicked spells,

But this part has been forgotten,

In the misguided lies They tell.”

“Please keep your misbeliefs to yourselves,

Don’t rob us of our voice.

When all is said and done, you see,

Our fundamental view is CHOICE.”