Freedom Writers For Anne Frank 'holocaust' Poem by Freedom Writers

What a holy cause
Greater than writing
For Holocaust
How could a man
Do fire a tiny ant
How could a man
Do fire a green tree
How could a man
Do fire even a stone
How could a man
Do fire..
The fire itself
Who are you Hitler
Who are you Nazis
Who are you Germans
What are you
What are you made of
Evil's ash
Or devil's dust
Devil itself rejects
To be what you are
And the evil refuses
It's name if called Nazis
And the all dark prefers
To be that nameless
If a name of yours
Preferred for one
Of it's many
Anne and me
And all just poets
Cry and scream
Utter and recite
Curse of God
Curse of angels
Curse of saints
And even of sinners
On all those
All those killers
Who fired one shirt
Of Joseph
Who fired one tear
Of Jacob
Who fired one word
Of Jacob's sons
Those been favoured
By God himself
In all scriptures
And holy books
Who are you Hitler
To say they are
Inferior
And what supremacy
Do you have
Over children..
Of Israel