The tribe

The Tribe. .

Under canvas in the rain, their horses tethered
safely beneath the thick branches of carob trees;
difficult days for the Roma tribe who wander
their way deep in the landscape, but at the outer
edges of our regimented, intolerant society.

When the weather clears and they’ll ramble
again there will be rubble on the ground they
briefly occupied and the locals will complain:
“those dirty people they have no respect for
other peoples property, see this mess

White bellies of dead fish in rivers and lakes
float down to an lifeless ocean, greenhouse
gases, trading in emissions, more hurricanes,
floods and needless wars, but the Roma people
treks on, oblivious to our plight