And so it was on that day
I took into my home a boy
lost he was, taken from his
sold into a life far removed
to him I gave food and drink
shelter and a job fill his days
gifted him with our language
showed to him our custom
His thanks I expected not
'twas not for gratitude done
was not with kindness given
nor was he despised by me
he fled one night from me
seeking his own people
returning once more home
and so the story should end
but not so for this one lad
and his return heralded evil
as he sought to destroy us
taking away our culture
he had never been denied
and often practiced his faith
praying morning and night
steadfast alone he stood
he returned to us once more
repaying us as he believed
in the name of his church
under the name of their god
you no longer see us today
though him you venerate
calling him a saint for his acts
driving out an ancient culture
celebrate the birthday well
of the man who drove us out
we are the snakes you despise
we were the Druids of the Celts
This is a wonderful twist to those of us who barely remember (if at all) the truth behind the celebration. Thank you. Food for thought...
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