the Roma

The Roma

 

  I see them in my mind’s eyes

walking through the landscape walking forever

their horses, children, dogs and women in black

a slow wander through the world and to the next

unstoppable they are from planet to planet

peopling the universe.

Often misunderstood and murdered for being

different from us, but it is not possible because

they are God’s children.

They are us we are the children but have yet to

discover we are the sacred, the Roma

we despise, we hate what we have become.

 

◄ the Russians

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