Little Known Nothing Poet Free verse

Gypsies

We are the children
of the Four
A wandering race
The leaves, trees
and streams feed us
The earth, water and
winds sustain us
We belong to no man
A race so
complicated
You talk about us
with hushed voices
From behind your
hands
Always looking down
The idea of us so
precious

You don't deserve us
Never looking in our
eyes
As though the simple
mention of us will
bring you conflict
Our women so
beautiful
Seeing them leaves
the vision in your
head for days
So you look away
From our mystical,
regal creatures

As we are the
children of the
forests, rivers and
dessert
The snow in the
north
We have always been
We have always
existed
You gave us our name
It was never your
right
You called us
gypsies

You look at us and
see aluminium homes
Your curious eyes
scanning our sites
Picking up on the
old battered cars
Camp fires and dirt
Nomads fighting with
black eyes
Traveling through
these lands

You do not see our
beauty
As you are not
children of the air
A race so loyal like
thunder and lighting
Inside our homes
lives a love so vast
and thick
You can scoop it up
and eat it
It feels like candy
floss
Smells like Apple
blossom

We a deadly
protective race
Taught from years of
persecution
We learnt to only
live with our own
Wandering through
life 
Never having a home

When we burned, fire
was so angry
Our ash turned to
snow flakes
The wind was so
distraught
Our ash fluttered
over holy ground
Settled on the
barren
We grew a paradise
Earth was so hurt
you took her
children
For you paradise
will be forever out
of reach
Teasing you
Just before it's in
your grasp
The ocean washes it
away
Burning us made
water scream
You had killed the
children of the Four

We don't expect to
be understood
Our wisdom lays too
deep
The Nazis didn't
just kill and
persecute the Jewish
souls
They killed us too
Put your nose in the
air
Just so 
You can still smell
us on the wind

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Stark Hunter September 16, 2016 at 6:55 AM "Just before it's in your grasp, the ocean washes it away..." So very true. Congratulations on a brilliant poem! We poets are all gypsies indeed.

Keith Merritt August 1, 2014 at 9:03 AM L.K.N., I am surprised no one commented on this mesmerizing work, it is so brilliant and educational to those who do not know the history of the Rom. That line in the first part " the idea of us so precious" nicely sums up what follows. Gypsies in the media have been so romanticized ( no pun ) and stereotyped, we fail to see the real suffering and toughness of the People. I faved this. Little Known Nothing August 1, 2014 at 9:22 AM Thank you I think people forget that gypsies were persecuted as well as others. I can only write what I know and of how I live. When i go home later to my aluminium shed later I'll read some of yours. Thanks for the warm comment. L.K.N