All Hollows Eve Poem by Anhelica Velasqsuez

A night for wiches...
Goblilns. and gouls
A night for candy
Grimlocks and fools

The day of summers end
Saimhain, holoween.
All saints day… trick or treat
Whatever you want to call
It to make it sound sweet

Not the same holiday
It once was
No more respect for the dead
A day when you were
To be cautious…
Has turned into
An excuse to be nautious

Its kinda sad
How some think
Its so bad
‘a devils day’
They all say

A day when a
Good witches words
Were cherished
A thing to be thankfull for..
Has turned into jokes and lures

A whole countrys
Day of thanks
Turned into
A day for
Treats and pranks

When a witch
Rides a broom
Or Dracula comes
Back from the dead

Deamons are jokes
And everything
Is gigles and pokes

Not a prayer said
On the day of the dead
Not a name mentioned
To keep a familys intenions good

A day when
Ghosts are
Just children in
Sheets playing pretend

No feast for the saints
No holiday thanks
When not a single bond breaks…

Is this what happens when
We take the day of harvest
And turn it into a day made
And designed by someone
willing to mock anouther
holiday... took and teared?
a day to be scared?

a religous day
took and turned
to a day of play?

a chance to mock
a culture already
turned inside out
as it is?

but who am i
to say.
im only a girl
born in this century
here and today....

so i ask you this
what would you say
if it was the same...
in a few centurys or so...
yes I ask You this..
if it was the same...
but with christmas?