70 years on since Anne Frank wrote

by Jackarrie

Trapped in Amsterdam by German occupation,
Hidden in a small attic for a certain duration.
With her family and others, she shared this space
keeping out of sight, of the ruling Nazi race.

Held back from her studies in her young years,
her restricted space welled up so many bitter tears
A Prolific writer, as she became well known,
the diary of a young girl, who had barely grown.

Aspiring to be a journalist with her ardent dedication,
or a writer with accolades that could earn admiration.
Her tiny fixed abode proved so much frustration,
wanting to develop her skills with keen deliberation.

Conditions appalling, they all had to endure,
the execution of a dictator would be the only cure.
The train of horror had reached its destination,
to the gas chambers prepared for their annihilation

Brutally forced from the arms of her Father,
Anne Frank, a mercurial devoted daughter.
They were cruelly beaten into a long line,
to be born a Jew, was their only crime.

Stripped completely naked, no dignity allowed,
she watched in disbelief at the pathetic crowd.
This was the end, the terror of realization,
they were all ready for a live cremation.

Some were silent, some cried out in horror,
what human ordered this horrendous torture?.
The monsters never cringed or even apologized,
merely obeying orders, from the leader they idolized.