worldwide genocide
seems there are no nations that
can cast the first stone
the water
in the well
runs red
red with the blood
of children
children
seeking safety
in their parents’ arms
the water
in the well
seeps into
the river
like the truth
of their deaths
and
the river
runs red
now
with the blood
of mother and child
who sought only
freedom
but found only
the river
the red river
it runs
to the sea
the sea
runs red
red with the blood
of conscripts
conscripts
for global greed
fighting for unseen
sheltered men
of wealth
who manufacture
flags of glory
for those who
might
survive
and
the seas
embrace
land
and the lands
run
red
as she passed by in her traditional gypsy skirt
embroidered with sequins and coins
one man created an illusion of intimacy in his mind
while another said
beautiful yes…but she’s a
gypsy
exiled
punishment
harboring
jesus
myth
nazis
systematic
genocide
concentration camp
forced labor
imprisonment
extermination
killed on sight
einsatzgruppen
history’s largest
mass murder
after war
assimilation schemes
restrictions
cultural freedom
language
and
music
banned
labeled
socially degraded stratum
women sterilized
state policy
had they but know her history
or that her love for country was as unconditional
as her beauty
they might have rethought their words
if not
then they are no more than fools
for seeing just a gypsy
Poem inspired by comments from http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/