You are my druids, my pagans
You are to me the blessed ravens,
Awoke, and aware fighting for change
The spiritual beings living beyond range,
Of what many may describe as the norm
Weather watchers looking for the storms,
Challenging lies and corruption
Not sheep following government seductions,
Fearless and courageous beings
Questioning everything dwelling in existentialism
Not fooled by the illusory but see realism,
You are my druids, my pagans
You are to me the blessed ravens,
You are full of love and peace
Not those who are angry, bitter and craven.
Great poem. I liked the way it flowed. The message was encouraging.
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Thanks very much, the two things you highlighted are the two things I aim for the most 🙏 Faux
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