Poem for Holocaust Day 27 January 2021
Anna Frank is murdered, gone.
But her diary lingers on
And a tourist pays to see
To revive the memory

Arrival of Hungarian Jews at German Nazi death camp Auschwitz in Poland, Summer 1944. Image credit: Bundesarchiv, Bild 183-N0827-318 / CC-BY-SA 3.0
At her house in Amsterdam
By the water, where the tram
Cars rattle and recall
The smash of jackboot
And the fall of Holland.
Wilhelmina’s dead and gone
Juliana wears the crown
Modern buildings stand instead
Covering the silent dead
And the tulip grows serene
Where the German tank has been.
Anna Frank is Asian now
In the dreams of Enoch Powell.
Must we over English meadows
Build our road to Buchenwal?
John Greatrex