Saint Patrick did not KILL Pagans, he converted them. You can't convert dead people, now can you? What he did was he went to a land he loved, Ireland, and preached the gospel. Some tales arose about him chasing out snakes and slaying dragons, but he never killed anybody and those two were often used as metaphors as teaching the gospel.

EVERY historian, EVERY scholar and ANYONE who studies the holidays and their origins would know that.

Who says that all the people who did this were really "God-sent?" Could they have been mistaken, God never kills. He sometimes allows the devil to do so, but never him himself. These people were mistaken, it wasn't God that told them to do this, it was Satan, disguised.

-Whyette

i thought i was the only one who went on St. Patrick's Day rants...Great work. Imagery was fantastic, and your emotion really came through the writing.

I've never liked Saint Patrick's Day... This gives me an excellent reason not to wear green, besides the fact that it doesn't complement me. ^^ As for the poem itself, yet another excellent reminder of Christianity's horrendous past and improbable innocence of it. Short, vivid and educational. ^^
I wonder what the story behind Groundhog's Day is, then...? *looks suspiciously at the dread rodent*

Gorgeous. Absolutely.
It was only last year (around the same time that I was beginning to defect from Christianity) that I took the time to truly research and think about what St Patrick did, but since then I've certainly not celebrated his holiday! And it's good to see that such an excellent writer is spreading the word.
--Indille

i've read some of your poetry and it's very well written. you express yourself well.

Ahh... :), Alyx Bradford, I was wondering how long it would be until I received a review from you. I've heard and read a lot about you Alyx, it seems you enjoy picking out the poems on topics you disagree with and flaming them just for the heck of it. But so is life I guess, you're free to do whatever you wish. I'm just currious as to why you would read stuff you don't agree on and continuoulsy comment on it.
Now to your poem.
Obviously from what you probable know about me, I don't agree with it at all, but it was still well written, and you presented your beliefs quite well. Your vocabulary was excellent and your description was superb at times. Despite the certain religious views that I disagreed with, it was a good poem.
P.S.
About my poem. I would first like to thank you for taking the time to read it, but I also wanted to make a few things clear.
What I meant to say in the summarary was that I didn't offer much proof in the poem, but I could offer more if the reader wished it so. I hope you read this and whether you think about it or just forget it and label it something crazy from a religious freak, I really don't care, but at least read it, and maybe tell me what you think.
When you look at some of the definitions of science, it is defined by these three things:
Testable
Observable
and Demonstrable
When you observe the theory of evolution it is none of these things. It is not testable, not observable, and not demonstrable.
Let me makes something clear though before I delve too deeply into this. Micro evolution, that is from baby to man, puppy to dog, mix breeds and such, does happen. I believe in that. Macro is the thing that is simply obsurd.
Now let us consider the scientific method. Boiled down to a nutshell, the most basic form of it, you have to
1) Form a hypothesis,
2) Test it,
and 3) Form a conclusion.
Yet again, evolution does not meet these at all. All it is is a hypothesis, it cannot be tested, and we cannot form a conclusion.
Let me offer you an example of science:
If I was to say that water boils at 100 C, at sea level. I could form this hypothesis, test it, and find a conclusion. This is science.
To say, I think that we all grew from rocks and water eventually into this being, is a hypothesis, an obsurd one at that but still a hypothesis. It cannot be tested and cannot be proved. Therefore it is more science fiction that anything else.
Honestly though, do you truly believe that we, humans, grew from rocks and water? And then there's the big bang. I don't know about you, but I've never seen nothing blow up into something. Usually it's something blowing up into nothing. Since when did an explosion form order instead of chaos?
The ultimate truth as of today is evolution cannot be proved because we can't see it. If you can explain to me how we grew from rocks and water, then I will read with great interest.
If you have read this much, then I thank you for taking the time. Once again I thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. As you might have noticed I have not even mentioned religion in my argument, I have only used science.
I would greatly like to hear or read what you have to say. Like I said before, whether you consider this loony or actually give it some thought is up to you.
God bless!
JJR Meerraf

wow... incredible poem. Very nice style, and very cool choice of words. I love seeing an author/poet that uses excellent words...it helps them to excell above and beyond the average level of writing and into the steller levels of experts. Great work.
write on.

It's too true. Excellent poem.
~Swinging from the chandeliers~

*nods head in agreement and claps*
Honestly, being Irish and celebrating St. Patrick's day basically means you're a traitor. I never celebrated the bloody thing, never will.
You're right, what this day is all about, and you wrote about it with such beauty and passion (LOVE the ending). Just one thing to say -which I'm sure you probably know, but some of your reviewers don't- is that St. Patrick didn't really exist. He's an amalgamation of all the people that came and did just what you describe.
*sighs* This is wonderful. Nice to start the day with a dose of anger. . .it gives me inspiration. :)
-Jessica

Well this is certainly an eye-opening poem. What a sick bastard this St. Patrick was. Saint my foot. He's a murdering butcher. And they call Pagans heathens.

...
They did WHAT?!
So that's why St. Patrick's day is celebrated? Because he massacred pagans?
Excuse me while I go burn all my green clothes.
Beautiful poem, chere.

And that's so incredibly scary . . . No-one realises anymore what it's really about.
"Drove the snakes out of Ireland," my foot. The symbolism wasn't as cryptic as all that.
::glowers::