71 years ago yesterday, Anne Frank died in Bergen-Belsen
concentration camp.
Rather than being frog-marched through her former
home in Amsterdam.
Rather, even, than reading her words from all those
years ago, knowing now what she could not.
I'll just sit quietly and
look out into the April showers of 2016, remembering the innocent who
had to meet their premature end at the sharp end of a diseased ideology
seven decades ago.
RIP
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