I cry for the people of Gaza,
Getting shot in the legs
For stealing food
Or getting killed
For looting food warehouses
Stocked to the rafters
With enough food supplies
And humanitarian aid boxes
To feed thousands of hungry people
For a month
Because here in Malaysia
We have so much food,
Perhaps a bit too much,
And so much money,
Perhaps a bit too much,
That we can all go sit down in nice restaurants
And order nice restaurant food,
Half of which we eat
And half of which we leave on our plates
For the strays in the back lane,
If the kitchen staff were thoughtful enough,
Or for the garbage bag collectors
The following morning.
I cry for the people of Gaza
Who get shot by their own people
For stealing food
In a food-scarce land
Ravaged by war
Because here in Malaysia,
Even our cats have so much food
Half of it goes to waste.
