The Angel Of Death ( poem about WW2 )

I remember it clearly
My mother held me close
She held me dearly

People hid us in their homes
Strangers kept us close
People I didn't even know

I asked my mom why
She would just whisper
''I don't want to see you die''

She called those men
The army of the angel of death
At this time I was only ten

I will never forget the sound
A bang on the door
Men screaming so loud

My mom gripped me tight
She whispered they had come
The angel of death took its flight

There was the slamming of the door
We were silent, not saying a word
The only sound was foot steps on the floor

They came in, tore us apart
They took me from my mom
They tore the seams of my heart

I was brought to a camp
Clinging to a picture of my mom
This place was cold and damp

They took our clothes
They pushed us around
and it was us they loathed

We were told to go in the shower
we didn't expect what would happen
death was around us,like a tower.

Thousands of bodies laying dead
The Nazi soldiers didn't care
the anger inside them was fed

Separated from families, never to see again
laid dead bodies, even those in their twos
all because, we were Jews.