You called me Pagan
Expecting me to cry,
And when my face beamed in a smile
You truly wondered why.
You didn't understand the word
You used as something of a threat,
The word I know as a way of life,
A way you haven't fathomed yet.
You took my church
And named it Christian,
You took my life
And called me heathen,
You crucified the non believers,
Left poor people in the cold,
Your religion came not too strong,
Whilst we grew not too old.
Now this modernisation
Has come full circle here,
Now is the time the Original Way
Will overcome all fear.