A man fought for his country,
he gave the place his all.
He paid his taxes, he lived a quiet life,
It wasn't his time to fall.
He died in battle, defending his home,
he gave them a chance for life.
They repayed him by denying him,
the symbol of his belief.
It didn't matter what he believed,
His funeral was a Christian affair.
Even though this wasn't his choice,
stars and stripes draped here and there.
They wouldn't have a pentacle,
anywhere during that day.
Even his headstone, a memorial of him,
hides his beliefs away.
The USA claims to be the country,
of freedom and human rights.
Well don't you think its time,
that we stood up to fight?
The man was given fake choices,
he was allowed to be a Wiccan.
For this soldier who died for us,
with his death, no honour was given.
Author notes
I was moved to write this poem because of a song I heard called 'The Symbol' by Celia. I have tried not to copy her, but I adore her message and wished to write something myself
Please tell me what you think
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After too long
Wiccans in the U.S military who are killed in action can finally have the symbol of their belief on their gravestones. It only took an act of Congress to allow what should have been recognized as an inherent right in the first place.
Good write.
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Just checking onsome of the Women Support Group members - hope you are okay and hope to see some of your new writing posted again. Sounds as if this soldier died defending his country, yet his religious beliefes were ignored in death.
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