Ezra Schwartz

Ezra Schwartz  
Oct 1, 1997 —  Nov 19, 2015 

The dice of terror 
Was cast that day 
Young Ezra’s life  
Was taken away 

He went to Israel 
For his gap year 
To study at yeshiva 
And volunteer 

During a Mitzvah 
To feed some soldiers 
The van was ambushed  
By Jew hating ogres  

It mattered not  
They knew not him 
Or that his heart flowed 
With Simchas Hachaim 

To those you touched
You were a young Mensch 
To all who knew you
Your loss is immense

Young Ezra Schwartz  
I’ll never know you 
For they took you away 
For being a Jew

But what they don’t realize
You’re still here with us
You’re everywhere you smiled
And in everyone you touched
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Krutsinger Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 8:17 PM
We are put in the place we are meant to be when we are meant to be there. I think Ezra is smiling down at you, glad that you have honored him in this way. I am SURE of it.
Maceachern Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 9:20 PM
Ezra’s death hit me personally, though I didn’t know him. Firstly, he was from my home state of Massachusetts, a town not far from my own. Then there was the fact that he is the spitting image of an old friend who was also Jewish. Lastly, my girl is Jewish. Not that I wouldn’t feel for and be upset over the hater aimed at them for as far back as recorded history says... My girl likes to say I’m more Jewish than herself, I am very fond of the culture, the kibitzing, The Yiddish phrases and all..
Vaso Avatar
November 15, 2018 at 12:15 AM
Nice tribute, so sad to see hate like that.
Maceachern Avatar
November 15, 2018 at 12:58 AM
Thank you Arthur, yes it is, it tore me up when I read about it , a week later, I just happened to be dropping off a passenger in Sharon, Ma...Exra’s Hometown, I notice across from my passengers house, cars parked everywhere, I asked my passenger if he knew what was going on...He said..."That’s Ezra Schwartz’s home, the kid killed in Israel, I drove away overwhelmed with grief for the family...
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