Dirty, thieving gypsies,
thats how we are perceived,
a scurge to society,
never to be belived.
We offer help through gift of seeing,
but frighten people with our knowing. Individually politeness rules,
banded together they act like fools,
to your face all very nice,
behind your back no sugar or spice.
We offer wisdom for their spiritual path, but no-one cares they simply laugh.
We are persecuted & ostracised,
feel lonely & dispossed.
Never belonging anywhere,
forced to travel & never rest.
I hate this life of isolation,
I need some purpose & participation,
I long to be normal & fit in,
but am made to like thats a sin,
different, tragic & so alone,
with no place to ever call home,
the gift of sight is a curse I'm sure
& one I dont want any more.
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