Roma Poem by Madrason .

Wrong is wrong
and right is right
sat a blackbird
in the tree
stole our hearts
high up in the sky
as we do not have
her wings to fly
we built houses
in your arms
and out of your sight
for what it's worth
dear mother earth
roaming to get by
singing our own songs
playing flutes or violins
as dark as the night
praise gitano melody
we are the stars
all falling
some find us appalling
in our flight
please do listen carefully
we wont give in
without a fight
for the world
is ours to keep
and wrong is wrong
what's right is right! .