

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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