Just like Xmas and other ancient traditions, All Hallowed Eve (Hallowe'en) has been given over to the Gods of the Fast Buck.


A Commercial break from tradition...

The day of the dead
Or the Eve of All souls
We dress in our costumes
And our actions extolls

We praise the departed
No thought for those here
In celebration of death
There is nothing to fear

For those we have lost
The memories hold true
But pumpkins' more sacred
Than those souls we once knew

And children will scream
As Old Nick takes his seat
For who cares about the dead
When we can play "trick-or-treat"



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Written on 2024-11-01 at 16:25

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Couldn’t agree more- the social atmosphere is no longer conducive for the religious observance, let alone to contemplate the cloud of witnesses that have gone before us (surrounding us) and our very dearly departed (a growing list, one could say).
2024-11-01