We plod along the paths set out by those who love, and wish to keep us, safe.
Family. Our greatest strength, our greatest trial,
Extend their loving arms and keep us on the travelled way.
We must keep to the rules, we mustn't play the fool,
They fear that we might travel far away,
And not return.
Fear our guide, and hidden shames, - the goads that drive us on,
What if people realise that we are not the same?
What if they should wipe away our budding life with sermons, or with stones.
Perhaps electric shock, or drugs, or walk away and leave us all alone.
At least, they may not burn us at the stake and crush and stretch our bones.
The masters say that we have much more freedom now, -
The freedom of the herd, the freedom of us never having to be left alone,
If we Obey.
Ask the oldest Tree that you can find, and He will show you how to clear your mind,
Ask the Fox, the Badger, - They are masters of the hidden way.
Ask the Vole, the Stoat, the Ferret, - Open up your heart to love.
They will teach you how to open up to all the Goddess has to say.
Then you can change this very moment,
You can build a better life today.
And then you will be truly free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem