If you you give a child a kite
He’ll want a clear, blue sky to go with it
Not a sky filled with smoke fleeing from a missile
Or drones intoxicating the peace of nature

Having spent hours outside, he’ll be tired, so he’ll go inside
To take a little nap in his house
Not a house demolished illegally by bulldozers
Or a thin damp tent held together by rusty nails

He’ll wake up and go to the living room
To play FIFA on his PS5
Not playing soccer with a ball of clothing
In the middle of the street, endangering his life

Once he’s had enough screen time,
He’ll want to go to a theme park to play on the rides it has to offer
Not injuring himself on a slide of broken metal shard
Or a swing hung by a single chain

He’ll have a blast playing on every single roller coaster
With warm words from family surrounding him
Not tears being shed with because of buried bonds
Or no shoulders to lay on because of lives unjustly stolen

He’ll see family, neighborhood, and even school friends at the park
Having conversations and playing with each and every one of them
Not seeing next door neighbours getting evicted from their homes
Or having to flee from the new settlements threatening his freedom

After the park, he’ll go to a restaurant that sells the cheesiest kunafa in town
He’ll sit on a bright red stool in the corner devouring half the cheesy goodness
Not searching for food for hours, finding only leaves of trees
Or eating his 17th can of beans of the month

He’ll go home, after a long day tired from all the fun and smiles
Laying on his bed, refueling his body for the next day
Not sleeping on fabric, the only thing between him and the concrete floor
Or sleeping on the only patch of grass for miles

In his dreams he’ll finally dream of freedom on both sides this time
He’ll dream of birds chirping and a clear, blue sky
And chances are, if he has clear blue skies

He’ll want a kite to go with it.