lament for the Romani.

she's a girl with a sense of wanderlust

she seems so happy but she's just

a remnant of a far-off age

over the days her people change

gone from the roots of a wandering past

my, how it's seemed so fast

She watches quiet with dismay

the abuse that they get every day

her skies are filled with burning ash

as her people then are told they're trash

No one ever seems to see

Just how hard it is to be Romani.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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