The Angels of Death!
She closes her wrinkled eyes,
Remembers so well the place
of terror and pain,
the years of DEATH!
the years of loosing her husband,
children, brothers!
all her entire family
were now ashes scattered between the huts,
in that mortem place of no mercy,
Auschwitz!
The year 1940,The year of concentration ,extermination,camps!
The year 1941, year of The little red house,
with The little white house to follow,
Houses of the Death,where Innocent died!
Evil reigned.
There they would die!millions of people,
There!The Gas chambers!
A tear drop can be seen in
the old woman's eyes now,
as she memorize her past.
Many trying to escape that HELL,
their surroundings covered
with electrical perimiter fence.
Few stood a chance!
The ones who didn't suceed,
ended up in Starvation cells.
In a basement their last days,
So cold!So hungry
ended up eating rats ,
lived in darkness like bats,
leaded to their deaths.
Forced marches,daily routines!
Bang! Bang!many shot dead in the head!
All this she witnessed,
She waited for her death,
she lived!she still lives!
but like a zombie,so sad,
in an unknown world,
traumatized by terror,still hearing the sounds,
feeling like going mad.
Guilty of living,whilst all are dead,
The trauma still there!
Pain her everyday medicine!
Depression!Anxiety!
her everyday feed.
disturbance in her sleep,
Dreams!Nightmares!
The angels of death
never leaving her,
They haunt her forever! -charma
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