Sacrificial Som Poem by Panagiota Romios

SACRIFICIAL SON

In a beautiful, suburban town, you got very down.
My personal wish is God bring you back from a lockdown attack.

You were caught in a time of confusion and fictional unrest.
Where our minds are not honored
as our bodies attest. 

Having no counselor around, you did what you thought was sound.

You are free of a disease children do not get!
But being unfree is like a disease my pet, I admit this with sorrow,

I lived a long life full of hazards far more than you.
But know, sacrificial son, I am more than depressed to live life now as a gorilla in a zoo.

Millions of boys and girls don't die from Covid at all.
Maybe your grandparents, yes, but you did not need to fatally fall.

Teens not  even adults are experts at life.
Many adults addicted to flakey   strife.

I, personally envy your freedom from this earth.
People are sad, goofy, moronic wearing masks and full of the media's dirt

Thinking any thing will save them.
They forgot to honor a man named, Hashem!

Your parents, friends, family will
miss you.
But meanwhile you are in the arms of God and with angels that love you. 

So from me...
I stretch these loving arms to hug you and know you are heavens
new star arrival.
Free are you from earth's deception and guile.
Sacrificial Son, ask God to please help lonely children, like you.



**Tribute to an elementary student who ended his life in a city next to 
mine, today. Rest In Peace.

12-2-2020





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