Someone murdered my Son on the 17th day

With plotting and planning he took his life

In a most vicious way


What’s going wrong out there today?

Sirens are sounding from every which way

What’s really going on out there today?

Now who’s world’s being turned upside down with dismay?

The church bells toll much louder now

In a more meaningful way


“Another life’s been taken today”

Is all the news starts out to say

The wrong judges are making judgments

On the wrong judgment day


If I said things didn’t affect me any different I would be lying

The birds’ songs often sound like crying

And this world’s madness has become more trying


Someone murdered my Son in September, on the 17th day

At least that’s when they found him

And pronounced him passed away

The premonition I dreamt of the awful day

Seems as though it is with me to stay

Because of this, to his murderer I say

The time is well past for you to pay

No, not revenge

Just the real judge judging you on your judgment day

Not a finger will I lift

This is more like a reckoning gift

With each word that I now write

You will never sleep good another night

For the darkness, like you made it his

Will forever be your plight

And somehow I have the feeling to say

My son’s isn’t the only life you’ve taken away

For this your demons will haunt you night and day

Every time you close your eyes

A pain and fear will cut deep

Dead or alive you’ll sew what you reaped


My heart and soul does scream holler and cry

To what replays over and again in my mind’s eye

And wakes me at night, in a cold sweat I shout out

Of the premonition I dreamt and could do nothing about

Someone murdered my son on the 17th day

All I can do is sit and wonder why

While I wish him away


To every Parent of murdered children or child I mean what I say

May God Bless you and keep you

Come what may

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

     © Copyright 2008

Aumikko Kaliel Morgan May 11, 1988 – Infinity
There were many miles between us
That never did keep us apart
For you and I were always close together at heart
In spirit we were bonded by our worded art
Even now you are not far away
For you are the stars at night
And in the brightest light of day
No matter what some may say
No one, no thing stands in the way of our Love
Especially now that you are with
The Mighty Lord above
You called me your Angel
And I called you mine
Well now we are only strengthened
Through our Lord Devine
And all the hearts you touched on earth
Now upon them you can shine
Forever Love,
Your Mother / Your Angel
Copyright © 2008

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

6 thoughts on “Someone Murdered My Son on the Seventeenth Day

  1. I just want to say I really like this. I went to BCA with your son and it pains me that this happened. You know he used to write poetry while we were there. Miss him.

    1. Yes, he told me, he really liked writing and would read them over the phone from there, even mailed one to me that he hand-recopied.
      He thought deeply about God. He used to sneak and stay up late then ask me the next day about writing, my writing. He was very warm and loving and we were close, even when far from each other. I feel that he and I are still close.
      Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings.

    2. You are very welcome. My heart goes out to you and your family. I to this day still can’t believe that he is gone. We were close when we were at BCA and even stayed in contact for awhile on MySpace afterwards. I haven’t heard if they ever found out who it was that would do such a horrible thing but I hope that one day there will be justice. If you or your family ever need anything let me know. Even though you don’t really know me I would be glad to be there for you.

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