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Burining Times - Elaine Silver
In the cold of the evening
They used to gather
Neath the stars in the meadow
Circled near the old oak tree
At the times appointed
By the seasons
Of the earth
And the phases of the moon
In the center
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
Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate
Demeter Kali Inanna
There were those that 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
As a war against the women
Whose powers 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
Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate
Demeter Kali Inanna
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
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate
Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate
Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate
Demeter Kali Inanna
