If I must die

 If I must die,

you must live

to tell my story

to sell my things

to buy a piece of cloth

and some strings,

(make it white with a long tail)

so that a child, somewhere in Gaza

while looking heaven in the eye

awaiting his dad who left in a blaze--

and bid no one farewell

not even to his flesh

not even to himself--

sees the kite, my kite you made,

flying up above

and thinks for a moment an angel is there

bringing back love

If I must die

Let it bring hope

let it be a tale