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Holocaust Poetry
This tragic subject brings forth the greatest emotion and poetic contribution from our members and it was felt appropiate 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 romaniroots@live.co.uk.
Parrik tute, Thank you.
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.
Screams in the Dark
Silence in the cold.
The stench of fear,
Watching evil unfold.
Skin stretched taut,
Showing bodies skeletal.
They brought us here,
It was not accidental.
So many taken,
For a madman¿s need.
It¿s not about purity,
It¿s all about greed.
The Doctor¿s toys,
Alive, awake, and aware.
When he is done,
The dead do not care.
The living remain,
To soon be gassed.
Those that escape,
Remember those passed.
O Porrajmos,
Never forget.
We are one People.
Forever beset.
©2008 Proud Romani with much loving help from my Lady
The Train
Snow on the ground.
It¿s cold inside,
The silence, profound.
Bodies too weak,
To cry out in pain.
Bodies to afraid,
Since hearing the train.
There¿s never enough,
Food there to eat.
When the guards come around,
We are so much meat.
Kicked, beaten, and starved,
Our own graves we¿ve dug.
Then forced to jump in,
Buried alive, swept under a rug.
Many are taken,
Mengele¿s call.
Returned shattered and screaming,
If surviving at all.
Every day,
More of us have died,
Ever since,
The train we did ride.
Now they try to tell us,
We should not be upset.
The Holocaust was ours, too!
We won¿t ever forget!
O¿ Porrajmos are the words,
The memory¿s strong.
We will never stop fighting,
We will never ¿move on¿.
©2008 Proud Romani with much loving help from my Lady
The Holocaust
Times now past.
Genocide attempted,
The effects last.
Sing a song for them all,
The Holocaust did take.
Sing for the families,
Let none forsake.
Sing a song for families sundered,
For all the lives lost.
Sing a song for us all,
And what that war did cost.
One is important,
Others less so.
Yet to the death camps,
They ALL did go.
How is it worse,
A specific group dies?
When torture is wrought,
Everyone cries.
Sing a song for them all,
The Holocaust did take.
Sing for the families,
Let none forsake.
Sing a song for all people,
Every ethnicity, religion, and type.
Sing a song of great loss,
Ignoring the hype.
Not just the Jewish,
And others less so.
Gypsies, Gays, handicapped,
Tell tales full of woe.
How is one death,
More important or less?
Why only one,
Worthy of redress?
Sing a song for them all,
The Holocaust did take.
Sing for the families,
Let none forsake.
Sing a song just as loudly,
For the Gypsy and Jew.
Sing a song for them all,
Sing for me and you.
The truth is still out there,
But for how long?
So much supressed,
This is so wrong.
People now calling,
It all a lie.
All of those people,
Did not really die.
Sing a song for them all,
The Holocaust did take.
Sing for the families,
Let none forsake.
Sing for them all,
Lesser are none.
Don't let words be silenced,
Or the Nazis have won.
©2008 ProudRromani
