GypsiesA Poem by little-knownAn unsaid race
We are the children of the four
A wondering race The leaves,trees and streams feed us the earth,water and wind sustains us We belong to no man A race so complicated You talk about us with hushed voices Behind your hands Always looking down The idea of us so precious You do not deserve us Never looking in our eyes As though the simple mention of us will bring conflict Our women so beautiful Seeing them leaves the vision in your head for days So you look away From our mystical, regal creatures As we are the children of the forests, rivers, dessert The snow in the north We are your people's everything We have always existed We have always been You gave us our name Even though it was never your right to You called us gypsies You look at us and you see aluminium homes Your curious eyes scanning our sites Picking up on the old battered cars The camp fires, dirt Nomads fighting with our black eyes Travelling through these lands You do not see our beauty As your not children of the air A race so loyal like thunder and lighting Inside our homes lives a love so vast and thick you can scoop it up and eat it It feels like candy floss Smells like Apple blossom We a deadly protective race Taught from years of persecution We learnt to live only with our own Wondering through life Never having a home When we burned, fire was so angry Our ash turned to snow flakes The wind was so distraught Our ash fluttered over holy land Settled on the baron ground And grew into a paradise The vanishing isle Earth was so hurt you took her children For you paradise will be forever out of reach Teasing you Just before it's in your grasp The ocean washes it away Burning us made water scream You had killed the Fours children We don't expect to be understood The wisdom we are is too deep When we burnt The four opened their mouths caught as much of us as possible The Nazis didn't just kill and persecute the Jewish souls They killed us too Put your nose in the air,just so You can still smell us on the wind © 2013 little-known |
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Added on December 16, 2013 Last Updated on December 16, 2013 Authorlittle-knownReading, Berkshire, United KingdomAboutI grew up in Sandhurst near the RMA, I have been married twice to two completely different men,I have not been writing long about a week, Although things have swan around in my mind a while, Forgiv.. more..Writing
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