The Roma
The Roma
Roma my beloved people, millions of your kind died during
the Nazis brutal regime, no memorial was erected for you.
Disliked and shunted from pillar to post, your way of life,
so different from ours. When you cross a devastated Europe
It makes no difference to you as you always have lived in
city dumps and on derelict land. Sing for me Roma of you
longing for peace and acceptance that was not given to you
when Europe was rich. The land bound will envy you
because they cannot do as you. Their need is to occupy
a piece of mother of earth and say; all this is mine.” They
cannot let go and be free. Sing for me Roma tell me how it
feels to be hunted and despised simply because you chose
your own way in live.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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