Forgotten *revised - last time*

Condemned by a storm to a foreign sand, milled by the land. Our birthright surrendered, too distal to remember. Our home built in rose,thorn overgrows the roads Each auric grainforgot 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 theydevoured What was left wept "forget us" I should explain...This poem will be published in a book to be sold in India. All artwork in the book will be my own, and all poetry in the book are written by Roma women. The profits will be used to build a library in Rajasthan for the "Undesirables," a caste of which includes Roma. There will be classes held in the library to teach reading and writing, mainly focusing on educating the women. It will be published in Romany, English, and sanskrit. The first stanza deals with how we were seperated from India. The second stanza is about why we became nomadic, rather than simply find a new place to set down roots.. The third stanza delves into the Holocaust, or Porraimos (The Devouring), as we call it..and the current increasing bigotry towards us. Hitler killed 85-90 percent of our population. Of the Roma and Sinti survivor's, only 5000 are listed in the official register of the Zentralrat Deutscher Sinti und Roma in Heidelberg...................and only 4 in the United States.