If I Must Die πͺ
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 β
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself β
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 story.
βπΎ Refaat Alareer, Palestinian writer, poet, professor and activist (1979-2023)
First published on LinkedIn on 4 October 2024:
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/i-must-die-jen-ang-nm1ae/