Aaron

In Cape Cod’s quiet, Aaron was born, A life of promise, soon to be torn. From chess and robotics, to skies so wide, He joined the Air Force, with honor and pride. In San Antonio, his skills took flight, A cyber defender, in the digital night. But his heart was heavy, with the world’s plight, Injustice and pain, kept him up at night. He saw the conflict, the cries for peace, In Gaza’s land, where wars never cease. A voice for the voiceless, he chose to be, To protest the suffering, for all to see. On a February day, in twenty-twenty-four, He stood at the embassy, his heart so sore. With flames of protest, his message clear, “Free Palestine,” he cried, for all to hear. His act was bold, his life the cost, A beacon of hope, for the lives lost. Some called him a martyr, others in dismay, But his message of peace, will never sway. Aaron’s legacy, a call to unite, To end the conflict, to make things right. In memory of him, we strive for peace, For a world where love and justice never cease.