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,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
You can still smell us on the wind
