Episodes
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Fragility of Freedom - Song Lyric by Michael Rosen
Fragility of Freedom SONG by Michael Rosen When the sun’s beating down from a cloudless sky and your head is burning in the heat when you can hardly breathe cos the air is so hot and the ground is burning your feet you know you gotta do something you know you gotta do it now you know you gotta do...
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A family Drama about Fragility of Freedom by Michael Rosen
Story-telling using your own WW2 family history for demonstrating the theme on Fragility of Freedom to be used by a DRAMA group to perform at HMD which can be rehearsed using our recording of your words A family Drama about Fragility of Freedom by Michael Rosen Scene one Home at Michael Rosen’s...
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Freedom Has No Warning Lights Poem by Michael Rosen
Freedom Has No Warning Lights Poem a by Michael Rosen Freedom has no warning lights when it slips away it’s doesn’t flash red. When they start saying you can’t speak your mind and you weren’t doing harm that’s it again, slipping away but it’s not flashing red When they start to talk of how some...
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My Dream of Freedom - Song Lyric by Michael Rosen
My dream is to live in days without hate to walk the street to sit and eat my dream is to live in days without hate Where we live is now it’s never too late my dream is to live in days without lies to feel like me to watch TV my dream is to live in days without lies Where we live is now hoping to...
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Memories Sad Memories by Michael Rosen
We used to come from school to Sainte-Hermine. Coming into the village, on the right was the police station, (which has become 'Le Macis'). Opposite the police station - a large house where an old lady rented out furnished rooms (today the Bank Credit Agricole). One of her rooms was lived in by a...
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We're All Here Together (Lyrical Version)
We're All Here Together We're all here together, so hear us say Can't turn you back, can't turn you away What we're saying, has to be true We know you're us, and we are you The road is long, and you've come far Life's not easy, and times are hard We're all here together, so hear us say Can't turn...
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We're All Here Together (Rap Version)
We're All Here Together We're all here together, so hear us say Can't turn you back, can't turn you away What we're saying, has to be true We know you're us, and we are you The road is long, and you've come far Life's not easy, and times are hard We're all here together, so hear us say Can't turn...
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NOTHING IS FOREVER
NOTHING IS FOREVER We lived in a house we called our home We lived in a house by a lemon tree We lived in a house where mum made bread We lived in a house at the edge of the sea Nothing is forever a leaf falls from the tree the sun comes up waves cross the sea We didn't ask for men with guns We...
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PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME
PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME I was ill in bed and falling fast The night was long and I couldn't last You found me - put your arms around me I came through and now I'm here. I was lost in grief, my loved one died Couldn't go on, so sad inside You found me - put your arms around me I came through and…
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Voices of Hope (new)
Voices of Hope (new) by Michael Rosen When you feel all alone When your mind is full of fear When the night is long and dark You need someone to be near. Hope is in the eyes of love Hope is in the smiles we see Hope is in the trees that grow Hope is in the heart of me When the slow sad times come...
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Voices of Hope by Michael Rosen
Hope is in the eyes of love Hope is in the smiles we see Hope is in the trees that grow Hope is in the heart of me
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Light in the Darkness by Michael Rosen
For years we knew nothing. All we knew was that they had disappeared. We knew there were places where they could have gone, where they might have disappeared. ...
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Ships by Michael Rosen
A ship in a bottle sails down the mantlepiece. A ship in a photo brings Granma here. Ships they talk and talk about. Ships far and near. How did the ship get in the bottle? Ships by night and by day. Ships they talk and talk about. Why did Granma come to stay? Who put the ship in the bottle?…
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Finding Out by Michael Rosen
For years I tried to find out what happened to my father’s uncles. All I had were scraps, words, names, floating in front of me like leaves falling off trees: Oscar,Martin,Metz, route de Thionville, Dentist, clockmender… One day, my cousin in America wrote: a distant relative had died. In his...
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Nothing by Michael Rosen
Some of you know nothing. From you there is nothing. Some of you know something. From you there is nothing. Some of you know a lot. From you there is nothing. You can’t speak of it. It is the unspeakable. You can’t say it. It is the unsayable. You can’t say what you know. It is the unknowable.
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Overheard in a Classroom by Michael Rosen
He doesn't speak English, miss. He comes from the Congo, miss. I translate for you, miss. He says that the bad men take his grandfather, miss. He says that the bad men take his grandmother, miss. He says that the bad men take his dad, miss. He says that the bad men take his mum, miss. He doesn't...
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Everyone Comes From Somewhere by Michael Rosen
Everyone comes from somewhere. Everyone has a past. Everyone is somewhere first. Everyone is somewhere last. Deep in the heart of buildings scattered about online packed away in boxes hiding in cupboards are fragments and hints about your life and mine. You catch a glimpse of your name, you might...
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Nothing by Michael Rosen
Some of you know nothing. From you there is nothing. Some of you know something. From you there is nothing.
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The War by Michael Rosen
In the evening, after we’ve eaten, Mum tells about the War. “Doodlebugs,” she says, “were bombs that came flying over us – rockets, they were, and they made a noise, but when the noise stopped you knew that it was about to drop. They said you had to run for cover. If you were out, they said, the...
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Newcomers by Michael Rosen
My father came to England from another country. My father’s mother came to England from another country but my father’s father stayed behind. So my dad had no dad here and I never saw him at all. One day in spring some things arrived: a few old papers, a few old photos and – oh yes – a hulky…
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Skeletons by Michael Rosen
My dad was in Berlin in 1946 and his old friend David said that a friend of his was at the Berlin Natural History Museum. David wondered if he was still there. At the time Berlin was under a foot of snow, the roads were covered with snow, there was scarcely anything going along them. You could...
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Late at Night by Michael Rosen
Late at night, I’m groping through the internet, and I find that my father’s uncle Oscar fought in the First World War in the Kaiserlich und Königlich* Infantry Regiment 56. It’s a Polish regiment who fight alongside the German Army in the Austro-Hungarian Army. Another night, I find that my...
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Homesickness by Michael Rosen
Once upon a time I was in a story where I met an invisible thing who said that I could have one wish and I said that my wish was that I could go back to the place and time I miss the most and the invisible thing said that I could. But: though I could go back to the place could never go back to…
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The French Uncles by Michael Rosen
Every now and then my father would say, “I had two French uncles. They were in France at the beginning of the war. They weren’t there at the end.” “What happened to them?” we’d say. “Don’t know,” he’d say. “All I know is that they were there at the beginning of the war, and they weren’t there at...
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Cousin Michael by Michael Rosen
There was a wedding, and we were invited and, when we got there, there was a man who they said was my father's cousin. This is Michael, they said – same name as you, hah! And at one point in the wedding, my aunt took me to one side and said that there was a time during the war when Michael was a...
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Never Again by Michael Rosen
We say, "Never again." But when people with power are pointing in one direction when many minds are pointing in that direction when the guns and bombs are pointing in that direction too, it can happen again. It does happen again. It can be furious and chaotic. It can be calm and orderly. It can...
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Water by Michael Rosen
Water slips through my hands, falling and falling away. It twists and turns and slides, it can't stop or stay. Pictures in my mind of you, they slip and fall away. Twisting and turning and sliding, till they are gone too. There’s water in the river. There’s water in the sea. I reach out to touch...
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Where Do We Come From?
I come from when houses were ruined, the skies had stopped exploding, my father in Germany meeting the skeleton of a dinosaur in the snow in the wrecked Berlin Natural History Museum, my mother holding on to my brother, having just lost a living, walking, just-talking toddler to a never-ending...
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Counting by Michael Rosen
When they do war, they forget how to count. They forget how to count, and that’s how they do it. They come, they kill; they kill, they go. No numbers. No names. They disappear them. They vanish them. That’s how they do it. They come, they kill; they kill, they go. And it’s “worth it”, they say....
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Dear Oscar and Rachel by Michael Rosen
Oscar and Rachel, you escaped from where they pinned a yellow star on you. You escaped from where they took all you had. You escaped from where they made you put a sign on your market stall, saying “Jewish business”. Oscar and Rachel, you heard it was safe in the great resort of Nice on the other...
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Compassion by Michael Rosen
I read an article about the train that took my great-uncle and my great-aunt Jeschie and Rachel to Auschwitz: Convoy 62. The article said that some of the prisoners on Convoy 62 escaped from the train while it was in a tunnel One of the prisoners was called Oscar Handschuh and when he jumped from...
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Martin Rozen, My Father's Uncle
In the early hours of January 31, 1944, four French policemen knocked on the door of Madame Bobières in the village of Sainte-Hermine in the Vendée. Later the policeman in charge wrote a report explaining what happened next: “Martin Rozen opened the door.” He was, the report said, “… born on 18...
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Whose Fault by Michael Rosen
I look at the names of the police who knocked on the door of my father's uncle in the middle of the night and arrested Martin. Here they are: Eugène Cabanetos, Arnand Mazouin, Georges Salomon, and their officer in charge, Pierre Le Papu. Is it their fault? They were ordered to arrest him by…
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