I got a phone call the other day, sad news is what I heard

He just passed away the voice said, my spirit became disturbed

How could this have happened and the treatments didn’t work

The medicines prescribed to treat the illness only made him worst

We all tried so hard since the day he became sick

To treat his ailing  illness, but nothing did the trick

He just kept getting worse, yet we all kept the faith

though he became terminal, we kept treating him anyway

We gave him the best treatments, care from top physicians

But much of the time he wouldn’t cooperate nor would he listen

He wouldn’t change his lifestyle nor change his harmful ways

He would not honor our suggestions, and down his life he laid

He’d rather listen to quacks who were unprepared to heal

And those who claimed to be doctors, yet were not even real

They gave him mis-information, mal-practice for his health

They told him not to follow his doctors, as they glorified themselves

They gave shoddy books and street medicines for his woes

In his ignorance and defiance, he followed his own foes

He fought against the physicians who could have made him healed

Rejection after rejection, his mind became concealed

His ailments became irreversible, as he sank deeper into death

His spirit became faint, as he struggled to keep his breath

No longer could he walk, or find his own way

We all didn’t want to believe he was about to die any day

Yet while on his deathbed, he still just would not take instruction

He kept on being defiant, as if he wanted his own destruction

He wouldn’t take his medicines, nor open his mouth for food

He’d rather have a fever, than allow himself to be cooled

Finally he went unconscious, and went into a deep coma

Dark into the abyss, like the whale who swallowed Jonah

No respirator could help him, nor electric shocks would he wake

Finally on that day, his life was taken away

His family was devastated, the doctors felt they failed

When we had his funeral, everyone mourned and wailed

The preacher gave a eulogy, he took us down memory lane

He brought to remembrance when this person was not insane

It was revealed he had a calling, in which he was to fulfill

He was actually an ordained priest himself, a calling he also killed

He was his parents favored son, well cherished and loved indeed

He was the beneficiary of an inheritance that he never received

He had so many gifts and talents that he took with him to his grave

But he choose to be a prodigal son, and his own life he enslaved

The service was almost over, it was now time to view the body

 You could feel the spirit of sadness and people were quietly sobbing

All the congregation stood there glaring, with tears dripping from their eyes

The mother then screamed out,  "son!!!, you didn’t have to die!!!!

I nurtured  you all my life, and raised you to be so great"

The father cried out,  "son!!!, why did go astray!!!"

One by one they viewed the body and then turned silently and walked away

Many just broke down and cried, others had nothing to say

Then came my turn, to see the face I could not treat

I looked into the casket, a great awe came upon me

My eyes brows raised real high, astonishment on my face

Shaking as I realized, history had been made that day

I had to write a poem, because this is something I had to tell

I was looking at the dead body of one called Israel

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, buried in the ground

A people who became so lost, they never could be found

And so the funeral was over, and all others had to move on

The dreams, gifts and calling were no more, because Israel was dead and gone

Oh somewhere in heaven, where the angels sing and give praise

And stand before the Spirits of the ancient of days

There is an eternal father and mother who do cry

They never willed it to happen, but Israel chose to die

And so I leave this record, a  memorial allegory

To share to the world , Israels funeral Story

By Kohan Shalomim Y. Halahawi

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