Burning Dance

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Serena Pullen


Burning Times
Rumors of the Big Wave

   Charlie Murphy

   In the cool of the evening they used to gather
   'Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near an old oak tree
   At the times appointed by the seasons
   Of the earth and the phases of the moon
   In the centre often stood a woman
   Equal with the others, respected for her worth
   One of the many we call the witches
   The healers, the teachers of the wisdom of the earth
   And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them
   Herbs to heal their bodies, smells to make their spirits whole
   Hear them chanting healing incantations
   Calling for the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song

   Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demitra, Kali, Inarna
   Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demitra, Kali, Inarna

   There were those who came to power through domination
   They were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross
   They sought control of the common people
   By demanding allegiance to the Church of Rome
   And the Pope he commenced the inquisition
   'Twas a war against the women whose power they feared
   In this holocaust, in this age of evil
   Nine million European women they died
   And the tale is told of those who by the hundreds
   Holding hands together chose their deaths in the sea
   While chanting the praises of the mother goddess
   A refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free

   Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demitra, Kali, Inarna
   Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demitra, Kali, Inarna

   Now the earth is a witch and we still burn her
   Stripping her down with mining and the poison of our wars
   Still to us the earth is a healer, a teacher and a mother
   A weaver of a web of light that keeps us all alive
   She gives us the vision to see through the chaos
   She gives us the courage it is our will to survive