Freestyle
The Romani was the second largest group of victims in the Holocaust. |
Fingers snapped Bells rang Hands clapped Tambourines sang Words rhymed Palms read Voices chimed Stories said The rhythm of hearts, minds, and dreams met with the rhythm of lips, arms, and feet. One-- Two-- Three-- One two three four and repeat. The oldest man sat closest to the fire, Smiling slightly at the youngest of the dancers. His granddaughter, His companion, His friend. The youngest of dancers twirled and leaped and spun, Taking a step to nirvana in the rite. Her first step, Her last rite, Her only dance. One-- Two-- Three-- One two three four and repeat. The dancers served to distract the clan, Letting them ignore what fate has provided. As long as it is night, they are free, Free from the words of the Aryans. So for one last night, they snapped their fingers, Rang their bells, Clapped their hands, And Sang with their tambourines. One-- Two-- Three-- One two three four and repeat. After that night The old man could not smile The young girl could not dance Not in Auschwitz Words stopped rhyming Palms were no longer read Voices were not chiming-- One-- Stories didn't need to be said Two-- But the rhythm-- Three-- The rhythm of hearts, minds, and dreams met with the rhythm of lips, arms, and feet. One two three four-- It could still repeat. |