Only Ashes Remain

I bought a book last spring that chronicled the stories of the Roma (Gypsies) of Europe, a nomadic people that has been torn down, demoralized, and stereotyped for centuries. Many of them rightly earn the reputation of being irresponsible and untrustworthy due to perpetual thievery and lies, yet I would make the argument that those who ostracize and persecute them are in part, responsible for their actions. During the second World War, the Roma were highly targeted by the Nazi's for death and concentration camps, along with Jews and other minority people groups. The following poem written by a Croation Gypsy is a dark, yet needed reminder of the pain that can be suffered by the weak and forgotten - pain inflicted by evil men who have rejected their Creator.

Only Ashes Remain by Bairam Haliti

They come from far-flung places - 

men, women, children,

hungry, dry, unshod -

They are the Roma,

dressed in rags,

walking through mud.

They are drawn by

promises of a land

they can call their own,

houses, fields, firesides:

false Ustashi words.

They are a people of sorrow.

Only a chamber of gas

awaits them.

Their infants are screaming,

all sleep forsaken.

Their land is a mound

of charred limbs.

Where once there were

dreams,

white horses,

distant plains,

only ashes remain.

The innocent child's smile

has evaporated into sky.