I have been witness to a silent revolution. It came without muzzles, it came without gags, it came without packages, boxes or bags.
Maybe it came in the night, with a silent but violent fight...
Or maybe it came in another kind of dark, the kind that can't be touched with a light or a spark.
However it happened, happened it did, a little bit of truth where before it was hid.
I speak of reconstructionists, those lovable fellows, some with laurel and wool, some with war-cry belows.
In the night, or the dark, or the field, or the park, they suddenly listened to the words they were told....
They made a great change, and boy was it bold!
Their webpages, fatwas, gripes and complaints, long directed where the problem, well... ain't
Was suddenly turned to the problem at hand.
a problem we've long griped about, man!
No more were Wiccans, or Pagans the problem!
Now it was-gasp-that minority which robbed them!
Finally they saw where Wiccan elders had stood, that our religions were, indeed, good...
That the problem that had them bothered and hot was with some people and with others was not!
In a moment their eyes turned from Wiccans and others, from neopagans and followers of Mothers
To the common bunny menance evil, worse for us than cotton's bol weevil.
YES! In years of telling them to get a life-
That to paint us all as wrong was to cause extra strife
Finally, somewhere, a ray of truth glistened...
Finally, finally, it seemed they listened!
The presence of Wicca to them was never a threat- but to slander all Wicca seemed most of their get.
Elder, bunny hunter, it mattered not, for Wicca was to what they aimed their buck shot.
Alas, as we elders said it would, this led them to a world of no good.
They turned away allies, family and friends, even though he who mistreats guests meets a bad end...
They spent more time defaming Wicca than following their gods, then suddenly changed-now what were those odds?
Yes, some ignorant NeoWiccans trouble them, but who does this surprise?
The real Wiccans, too, have gripes with those guys!
Amen, So mote it be, finally they cared about those they had not spared...
They noticed the soldiers beside them with truth were ALSO Wiccans, but yet not uncouth!
They turned spear and axe to the bunny front lines, where the Wiccan elders had been all that time.
In that moment, that glorious day, they finally began, well, bunnies to slay.
Some others went home because their battle it wasn't and a friend gets in a friend's way...well, a friend just doesn't.
Which ever way they went, to temple or mount, or even to front lines dead bunnies to count...
On that glorious day, they, well, went away!
Finally, those of us who have begun to tire can keep our energy on target without friendly fire!!
