Monday, 9 February 2009

Anne Frank

For Anne

A German Jew
Who had a childhood in war
You wouldn’t believe what she saw,
She’d write in her diary each day
About her flusters in hiding away.
Her family were scared the Nazis would come,
And that their journey’d be done.
Anne would always be quiet
Even if downstairs in the office there’d be a riot.
Then came the day they knew would come,
A man stood there holding a gun
Off they went to the camps
They worked so hard yet tired and ill,
So poor with no respect no money for a pill
If Anne’s dad Otto wasn’t well he’d be killed in the gas chambers,
Annelise Marie Frank, a gracious soul
Who died from typhus in the cold.

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