
An excellent poem sent to me by a member of the British Roma Yahoo! Group.
Gypsy romantic mystery,
hiding in the night.
melodic haunted melodies,
and magic witches flight.
Spells and potions, gold and wine
Gypsy women dancing and everything so fine.
Day occurs, the dream is over and Rromani appear to you
The "Gypsy" is gone and the fantasy you long has all but disappeared
from view.
from view.
This is not what you desire, to see something you do not wish;
for if you would see the injustice of day, the fantasy can not exist.
Oh how tragic and oh how sad to not be willing to see or truly listen
to the wrong and oh so bad
of the countless deaths,screams and suffering from this fantasy so
very long, this fantasy still presently going on,
this fantasy gone mad.
Oh how tragic and oh how sad, only time and history it seems will reveal
of the children's cries and the media's lies,that you still can not
recognise;
what is fantasy and what is real.
These illusions that steal the truth, of a thousand year old race,
that is just as beautiful and equal to all
and deserves an equal place.
These fantasies and deceiving ways that keeps all humanity blind
from seeing what most Rromani people live each day,a thousand years of
attempted genocide.
Why do you hate us so; you do not even know our name?
And now because they have written it Rromani,the Romanians have found
something else to hate and blame.
No matter where we travel, no matter small group or grand, you think
we are some savage pest,
interfering on "your" land. We tell you where our homeland is, we come
to you to work
but what man do you think will hire us, when they are taught to hate
fear and hide and thus
not even recognise our equal human hands?
You send us to these public schools as children with "special needs"
as though our children do not understand have hearts, good minds or
even bleed.
Bottom of the barrel, garbage of the world, nothing to contribute,
every single man, woman, boy and girl.
How would you feel if you were the one, how would you feel and be,
If out of all the races you were chosen to be Rromani?
To be viewed without the world even knowing that we hold our head up
high,that we know we are not the fantasy
but a humble person of love, peace and equal dignity.
For once, will you open up your hearts and minds to see of the real
truth and history of not the Gypsy fantasy but of the true and
indigenous Rromani.
Tamara Demetro





