shadow gypsies…

 

shadow gypsies
seeking asylum
from war’s certain death
walk among you
but you do not see
the scars of fear
nor the tracings of tears
tattooed upon their faces
you see only a threat
national security
job security
your way of life security
    a distorted image
    built upon a glowing self-worth
these gypsies
the walking dead
have left their graves
to find the fountain of freedom
written about in legend
a fable of true humanity
a legend you believed
but that was before so many wars
so many gypsies
seeking asylum
on
your shores
pleading outside
your doors
for one morsel of kindness
so now you see only
a beggar
not the father
not the son
nor holy ghost of humanity
just lumps
excreted from the bowels
of war
you slam
your doors
screaming at the top of
your lungs
that they should
go
back to
their
graves
for they
are already
dug

16 thoughts on “shadow gypsies…

  1. Wow, superb! Very powerful poem, as always. Really liked:
    “so now you see only
    a beggar
    not the father
    not the son
    nor holy ghost of humanity
    just lumps
    excreted from the bowels
    of war”

    — Gally

  2. Wow – these words are so true; your poem reminds me to look beyond the first impression that was probably fed to us by scaremongers and the media anyways. Thanks for the inspiration.

  3. Very powerful words, I love the lines,
    so many gypsies
    seeking asylum
    on
    your shores
    pleading outside
    your doors
    for one morsel of kindness
    so now you see only
    a beggar

    If only more people could read this poem, could feel such passion and could love more deeply. Well done you. I loved it…x

  4. You r really mind blowing sir. Its fantastic.

    Love the life that u r leading.lead the life that u r loving. Be prepared and b satisfied and you will feel happy.
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  5. “your way of life security
    a distorted image
    built upon a glowing self-worth”….. yes, all pumped and trumped up to believe himself larger than some pathetic meanderer merely searching for his truth and peace-giving freedom… but these “larger” fools fail to see that THEY are the grave-diggers, and the depth of their own plot is deeper than a grave hole. Well said and beautifully poignant…Thanks for sharing… Heartspell

  6. Nice Stuff! A deep and dark subject penetrating moral and social issues of mankind. However, truth often hides behind her veil. A poem is the best disinfectant for exposing the truth. This poem reads like international poetry.

    Indeed, the poem possesses a mystic quality weaved through its fabric. I must say, you are becoming a good storyteller, too.

    Poets put things underneath a microscope, for thorough investigation and examination. You have to go where the evidence leads you.

    Well, I am intrigued the universal suffrage of war, regarding the weak and the fallen souls. Why does God punish the good but rewards the evil in this world?

    Living in the shadows of war devastates family structure, killing our sons and daughters. We are descendants from Adam and Eve. We are each others keeper. Still, we mistreat our neighbors because of cultural differences, religion or the color of their skin. We are all children of God.

    If we had a choice of color, which on would you choose, my brother?

    Its extremely difficult living in other peoples situation or circumstances.

    Today, we living behind the invisible walls of money and technology

    May peace be upon you, my brother.

  7. Some weeks ago a man stopped me in the street. He was a gypsy and he was riding a shabby bicycle. I thought he would hit on me or make some sexist remark.
    Instead he asked for an opportunity to work.
    Not for money, or food. For an opportunity.
    I gave him the Romanian equivalent of 10 euro.
    I shall never forget the look upon his face.

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