Dear Cri-Cri (Whilst We Are Free) (Words Anne Frank 1942 And Ian Inkster 2017, Music Ian Inkster 2017) Poem by Dr Ian Inkster

Dear Cri-Cri (Whilst We Are Free) (Words Anne Frank 1942 And Ian Inkster 2017, Music Ian Inkster 2017)



Dear Cri-Cri (Whilst we are Free) (words Anne Frank 1942 and Ian Inkster 2017; music Ian Inkster 2017) .

If you did not finish your work properly,
And lost precious time,
Then once again take up your task
And try harder than before

Whilst We are Free, whilst we are Free
We can still Act for Ourselves
When Freedom dies, when freedom dies
We can yet Think for Ourselves
When life is gone, when life is Gone [rising]
We may take Rest of Ourselves.

If others have reproached you
For what you have done wrong
Then be sure to amend your mistake
That is the best answer one can make.

Words Anne Frank 1942 and Ian Inkster 2017.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: historical,holocaust,terror
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Here is the recently discovered poem written by Anne Frank signed and dated Amsterdam, March 28,1942 sold at auction for 140,000 euros ($148,000) and much-publicised. It is just a fragment from a young girl really, a workaday thought in German, of course, thus not rhyming in English. I leave the verse as written exactly, but I add the 6 line bridge beginning 'Whilst we are Free', only really in order to gain cadence, rhyme and some length. It is not meant as a profound addition or alteration. As the auction house said 'it is a typically edifying poem of the sort that was often written in 'friendship books, ' exhorting the owner to do her best and be diligent at work.' Of course the appeal now is that this was written during the exceptionally hard year 1942, when the war seemed to be turning in favour of Nazi victory, and when young Anne was still relatively free. Less than 4 months after this the Germans began to search for and capture the Jewish people in Holland, and Anne began her famous diary of her hiding. When she entered the 'secret annex' she was only 13 years of age.

Ian Inkster 2017.
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