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Condemned by a storm to a foreign sand, milled by the landOur birthright surrendered, too distal to remember
Our home built in rose, thorn overgrows the roads
Each auric grain forgot us
Butterflies across the leaves like a sigh amoung the trees
Fear wafts across like a flame to sear the moths
Our footstep makes no sound, nor marks the ground
Our path lay forgotten
Dragged by the black train, noosed by the legion
The shadow of the larger herd, apathy's poisoned sherd
Slaughtered and quartered, nearly they devoured
What was left wept "forget us"
This peice is in remembrence of all the forgotten Romany victims of the Holocaust.
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Graphite and shading stumps.