They murdered Refaat's wife and children too.

Fly a Kite for him.

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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.

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Sometimes there just aren't enough swear words.