by Nick Gisburne
Our cultures breed a blending of beliefs,
As waves of wisdom mix and merge and flow.
We build upon a pantheon our chiefs
Are passionate to cultivate, to grow.
New gods explain new mysteries, new tribes.
Where all are welcome, none can be denied.
Divinities recorded by the scribes
Are woven in the fabric of our pride.
The day the strangers told us we were wrong,
A stain began to taint us as it grew,
And when we tried to help their god belong
Its curse corrupted all we thought we knew.
We welcomed in a viper to our nest,
Whose god would have us crucify the rest.
