Poem regarding the 3 bachurim

a small poem I wrote when I heard about the terrible tragedy:

Three sweet boys each so special in their own way

their very presence brightened every day

Still in their youth though they accomplished so much

leaving a spark and an everlasting touch

So innocently taken on that fateful day

we hoped and we prayed that everything would be okay

But now as the news was drawn to our ears

we must unite, hold hands, and wipe away our tears

We must hold on to the closeness and stay together as one

holding strong until this bitter galus is done

Let’s stay strengthened and remember these boys who were a source of light

and use this as a tool to stand up and fight

Let’s scream out together, pray and cry out

storm the heavens above as together we shout

Let’s use this tragedy as a tool to rise and soar

climbing great heights, reaching more and more

May our actions be a source of strength and nechama

and for the boys be an aliyas neshama