Anne Frank.
Born in 1929,
Life was good,
Everything fine,
Until one day,
Hitler took power.
Anne’s Dad,
Thought,
For his fun,
In war,
Had already been sad,
Lieutenant in WW1
“Oh, what fun…”
To the Netherlands they moved,
“Amsterdam, here we come!”
The trouble to come would later be proved,
But for the moment everything would be fine,
War came in 1939,
Then in 1940,
Holland was invaded,
The Nazis treated Jews like toys to play with.
Born in 1929,
Life was good,
What was fine?
The Franks’.
In an Annexe they hid,
2 years later,
Someone betrayed them, they did,
To Gestapo headquarters they went,
A detention house they were sent,
A cattle train was waiting impatiently,
Westerbork Transit camp,
Numbered to death,
A train to Aushwitz was anyone’s guess,
A name was like gold,
A life more than diamonds,
So look at this mess,
Then,
A camp with a good reputation,
Greeted them with a Nazi filled station,
“Who, I ask, was left behind?”
“Oh, Anne’s Mother, and many others.”
Bergen-belsen was stuffed to the brim,
Army tents they were forced to live in,
Until, one day, a storm blew the tents away,
Overloaded barracks they were forced to stay,
And then in the last winter of the war,
A typhus epidemic spread more and more,
Anne and Margot, They were held,
And typhoid fever said,
“Off with their heads!”
Margot fell weakly out of bed and died of the shock,
Days later Anne died too.
March 1945.
Born in 1929,
Her life was good,
All was not fine.
By Isabella Dodd.
Born in 1929,
Life was good,
Everything fine,
Until one day,
Hitler took power.
Anne’s Dad,
Thought,
For his fun,
In war,
Had already been sad,
Lieutenant in WW1
“Oh, what fun…”
To the Netherlands they moved,
“Amsterdam, here we come!”
The trouble to come would later be proved,
But for the moment everything would be fine,
War came in 1939,
Then in 1940,
Holland was invaded,
The Nazis treated Jews like toys to play with.
Born in 1929,
Life was good,
What was fine?
The Franks’.
In an Annexe they hid,
2 years later,
Someone betrayed them, they did,
To Gestapo headquarters they went,
A detention house they were sent,
A cattle train was waiting impatiently,
Westerbork Transit camp,
Numbered to death,
A train to Aushwitz was anyone’s guess,
A name was like gold,
A life more than diamonds,
So look at this mess,
Then,
A camp with a good reputation,
Greeted them with a Nazi filled station,
“Who, I ask, was left behind?”
“Oh, Anne’s Mother, and many others.”
Bergen-belsen was stuffed to the brim,
Army tents they were forced to live in,
Until, one day, a storm blew the tents away,
Overloaded barracks they were forced to stay,
And then in the last winter of the war,
A typhus epidemic spread more and more,
Anne and Margot, They were held,
And typhoid fever said,
“Off with their heads!”
Margot fell weakly out of bed and died of the shock,
Days later Anne died too.
March 1945.
Born in 1929,
Her life was good,
All was not fine.
By Isabella Dodd.