But patrina kater ruhkendar, avendar kater kodo vesh 
                                      te le purden hi po o kodo baval!

              ROMANI ROOTS

                  Holocaust Poetry

This tragic subject brings forth the greatest emotion and poetic contribution from our members and it was felt appropriate that a page be dedicated to the memory of those of our race lost in the  Holocaust.

Our grateful thanks to all who contributed to this page, further submissions to place on this page must be sent to [email protected]

Parrik tute, Thank you, Nais tu.

 

                                          We will never know their pain

 Body lay up on body, the smell of death in the air,

Pain and suffering, too much for humans to bear.

Family¿s torn apart, the strong to live and work,

the weak to face the chambers, god how they hurt.

Women stood in shame, their naked bodies filled with pain,

A shower was their promise; the gas was their gain,

Their prayers went unanswered, their cries went unheard,

Solders gave no mercy, hatred in their words,

Shouting out their orders, death was theirs to give,

Not even your childhood, gave you a right to live.

Baby¿s clung to mothers, until they breathe there last,

Their further was now other, yet they never lived a past.

Girls robbed of their honour, their bodies were abused,

Death was the only answer, to how they could refuse.

Ugliness was a blessing, for beauty brought them pain,

For there¿s worse than death and that is what they gained.

Their suffering is now just word¿s in a history book.

I say thanks to god that we will never no their pain,

For as a gypsy i know their life could have been mine to gain.

 

©2008 GypsyRoseLouse
 
 
 

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