SCATTERED PAGES

Scattered pages lie on the floor;

A sign of struggle;
A sign of war.

They took your innocence;
They took your liberty;

But try as they might,
They could not take your dreams.

A normal life, you did not know,
Since hiding began two years ago.

You dreamed of happier times,
All found in the lines

Of these scattered pages, your diary;
This will be your legacy.

Dabbs McGregor Woodfin, 20 years old, United States

Zojuist gevonden in de virtuele Anne Frank boom

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