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Bajro Bajrić

Bajro Bajric was born in 1959 in Trnovo, Sanski Most. He completed his education at the Faculty for Teachers’ Education, Banja Luka.
He worked as a teacher in elementary schools in Bosnia and in Zagreb, where he has lived since 1982.
Since 1994 he has participated in the activities of Roma associations as a leader of summer schools for the Roma children and young people, as well as a journalist in Roma magazines.
In 1998 he was one of the founders of the Association of Roma for the Roma in Croatia, in which he has held the position of president since then.
Within the same association he led several projects: “Summer school for the Roma children and youths” (1999), “Eko Roma for the Roma” (2000) “How our ancestors lived” (2001), Journal “Youths for the youths “(2001),” Equalization of educational opportunities through the preparation of the Roma children for school “(2002),” Healthy communities “(2002), Intercultural program “Youths for the youths “(2003)” After-school care for the Roma children “(2003).
He is the author of the bilingual collection of social poems “There is a sun / Odori si o Kham” (published in 1999), and co-author of the manual “Healthy Community – Education for the Environment” (2003).
He is actively involved in promoting the rights of the Roma children and youths in the domain of education.

KOLIBA

Iz dimnjaka kolibe stare

Gusti dim se diže

Čuje se pasa lavež;

I eno štakor

iz starog otpada gmiže

Svuda je smeće, lonci i kante

I posvuda bijeda se širi

I gle: kroz razbijen prozor

garava dječja glava viri

Mali se Rom s jutrom budi

kolica svoja on će sad vući

Raditi mora, željezo skupljat

U sumrak se vraća kući

U noći tamnoj bakar pali

I iskri plamen na sve strane

Prijatelju, tako Romi mali

Provode svoje dječje dane

SEMAFOR

Svi vozači njih poznaju

Križanje im radno mjesto

Semaforu prave društvo

Brat i sestra tu su često

Stakla brišu i pjevaju

I pružaju male ruke

Nekom kunom il’ bombonom

Vozači im blaže muke

Dječak mali

Kose crne i očiju kao gar

Od vozača kamiona

Dobio je sok na dar

On i sestra u torbici

Sve darove kuži nose

Gorak im je ovo život

Tako mali, oni prose

ROMKINJA

Auti lijeno u koloni mile

Semafor boje mijenja

Dok na suncu ljetnom

Gdje hlada nema

Stoje njih dvoje, poput stijenja

Romkinja mlada, crne kose

U naručju dijete drži

Ispruženom rukom milostinju moli

Romkinja mlada, noge joj bose

Svakoga dana ona tu prosi

Vrućina velika, a asfalt grije

Netko ih psuje

Netko im se smije

Nađe se i onih što u ispruženu ruku

Stavlja kunu i krate im muku

I oni su tu svakoga dana

Romkinja mlada, crne kose

Sunce grije, asfalt prži

U naručju ponosno dijete drži

MAJKO

Ranjeno je srce moje

I pijana duša sjetna

Suzne su mi crne oči

Zašto majko nisi sretna?

Volim pjesmu, sunce volim

Kišu, ptice, a i noći

Zasto si mi tužna majko

Kad ću skoro k tebi doći?

Doći ću ti ranom zorom

Kad se prvo sunce budi

Naslonit ću glavu svoju

Tebi majko tad na grudi

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