There is more to gypsies
A wandering race
The leaves,trees and streams feed us
The earth,water winds sustain us
We belong to no man
A race so complicated
You talk about us with hushed voices
From behind your hands
Always looking down
The idea of us so precious
You will never 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 heads 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 been
We have always existed
You gave us our name
You called us gypsies
You look at us and see aluminium homes
Your curious eyes scanning our sites
Picking up on the old battered cars
The camp fires and dirt
Nomads fighting with black eyes
Traveling through these lands
You do not see our beauty
As you're not children of the air
A race so loyal like thunder and lighting
Inside our homes there is a love so vast and thick
You can pick 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 only live with our own
Wandering through life
Never having a home
When we burned,fire was so angry
Our ash turned to snow flakes
The wind so distraught
Our remains fluttered over holy ground
Settled on the barren
We grew a paradise
Like the vanishing isle
Earth was so hurt you took her children
For you paradise will be forever out of reach
Teasing you
Just before you reach it
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 lays far too deep
When we burnt
The four opened their mouths to catch up as much as they could
The Nazis didn't just kill the Jewish souls
They killed us too
Put your head up,just so
You can still smell us on the wind
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Written on 2013-12-18 at 22:18
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Children of the four
We are the children of the fourA wandering race
The leaves,trees and streams feed us
The earth,water winds sustain us
We belong to no man
A race so complicated
You talk about us with hushed voices
From behind your hands
Always looking down
The idea of us so precious
You will never 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 heads 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 been
We have always existed
You gave us our name
You called us gypsies
You look at us and see aluminium homes
Your curious eyes scanning our sites
Picking up on the old battered cars
The camp fires and dirt
Nomads fighting with black eyes
Traveling through these lands
You do not see our beauty
As you're not children of the air
A race so loyal like thunder and lighting
Inside our homes there is a love so vast and thick
You can pick 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 only live with our own
Wandering through life
Never having a home
When we burned,fire was so angry
Our ash turned to snow flakes
The wind so distraught
Our remains fluttered over holy ground
Settled on the barren
We grew a paradise
Like the vanishing isle
Earth was so hurt you took her children
For you paradise will be forever out of reach
Teasing you
Just before you reach it
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 lays far too deep
When we burnt
The four opened their mouths to catch up as much as they could
The Nazis didn't just kill the Jewish souls
They killed us too
Put your head up,just so
You can still smell us on the wind
Poetry by little-known
Read 566 times
Written on 2013-12-18 at 22:18
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