Not sure what, really,
quite a strange affair
the big cheese, or Arch
of the Druids, over there
Pacing all solemn
towards ancient stones
with his grey clad gang
all glued to their phones
Said Health and Safety
, those that know best,
“You’re a danger to traffic
without hi -Vis vests”
So stopped in their tracks
looking rather confused
waiting to pray, or dance
but having to choose
Look more like a beacon
than deacon to stay
, one place on the planet
where druids could pray
With never a loss, yet
of limb or life,
unless perhaps
, an errant wife?
But I wondered if
another god they’d chose
, would they still have to wear
such bright yellow clothes?
Of certain faiths
the authorities are wary
but this little crew
are too small to be scary
So if you want a religion
that’s not pushed around
size is important
as this lot have found
Willingness to die
in the name of your faith
is also handy,
when making your case…
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