Ancient Ways
To walk with knowledge born of whole,
begat of ageless power of soul
from times when stories made of man
destroyed the ones where power ran.
In name of church and fear of earth
inquisitors killed all whose birth
carried on the ways of old
and threatened church's lust for gold.
There now remains all but a few
whose birthright lets old ways shine through.
I know I've met them, felt their pain
as in past lives I've died again.
'Tis true that evil scours the earth,
but of man's greed, and not of birth.
I pledge my knowledge to the light
and hope one day earth wins the fight.
Ivor G Davies
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