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    Songs of the Romani Road
    Songs of the Romani Road
    Songs of the Romani Road
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    Songs of the Romani Road

    By Linda Marshall

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    Some of my poems (mainly in English but one in a mixture of English and Romanes and some of the English ones use Romani words) about the heritage and life of the Romani people - mainly in Britain though also abroad. I also include three poems about the Porajmos - the Romani holocaust - when 90% of Europe's gypsies were murdered by the Nazis simply because of their ethnic origin.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Marshall
    Release dateSep 20, 2017
    ISBN9781370591701
    Songs of the Romani Road
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    Linda Marshall

    I am a Romany gypsy born and bred in England. I've lived there most of my life except for a spell living in Turkey and Saudi Arabia. The plight of my people past and present is a passion with me. I have a deep concern for their welfare and an end to their persecution by the gorger world. Over many years I've written a lot of poems - some but not all of them about the Roma. I'm 39 years old, (a proud Aries!) and I'm married with three children..

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      Songs of the Romani Road - Linda Marshall

      Songs of the Romani Road

      Linda Marshall

      © Linda Marshall 26/09/2017

      Contents

      Memories of the Road

      My wandering heart

      Atchin-tan

      Making Camp

      My Race

      Honesty matters

      Brigaki djilia

      The Vanishing Road

      The shoes of our Roma owners

      The Porajmos

      A Family Story

      The Last Survivors

      Straw Birth

      Manele

      Romipen

      Memories of the Road

      Do you remember the old days,

      When we ranged across the land,

      The patrin our guide out of the maze

      Of a world made by gauji hands?

      We sang our songs of joy and sorrow,

      We sang our songs of love;

      We took no thought of the morrow,

      Eternally on the move.

      We drank and fought each other,

      As people always will,

      Yet we kept the law of the brothers

      Through the days of heat and chill.

      We laughed and loved with our ladies,

      And mocked at the gorger ways;

      We cursed them all to Hades,

      And we loved our peaceful days.

      Along the road we travelled

      With our vardos and our grys,

      While the gadje world unravelled

      We held freedom as our prize.

      We rockered the Romani tongue:

      We lived as well as we could;

      We were so happy when we were young,

      And the world around us was good.

      Do

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