Anne Frank

She spoke for all the millions
Who had perished
With the simple voice of a child,
A voice - now stilled,
Yet, never to be muted
Throughout the ages of man,
The soul of eternal innocence
In a world of brutality,
The plaintive voice of my people,
Steeped in misery and suffering,
Yet, always, always
With their eyes turned to the sky...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz