Letras

In the evenings,
when it’s dark,
lines of good innocent people
and crying children
walk on and on,
ordered by men who bully
and beat them.
No one is spared,
all are marched to their death.
(November 19, 1942)
Westerbork! Westerbork!
Night after night,
green and gray vehicles
cruise the streets
and knock on every door.
(November 19, 1942)
Westerbork! Westerbork!
Sshh. I heard a sound from the bookcase,
hammering on the door.
We turned white with fear.
Had he heard something, this stranger?
Open up! Open up!
In my imagination,
the man kept growing and growing,
until he became a giant,
the cruelest fascist in the world.
(October 20, 1942)
Written by: James Whitbourn, Melanie Challenger
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