grace before meals.

shorter version.
my brain being a vast sea of c̶h̶a̶o̶s̶ unorganised thoughts you will find in there the long complete version.

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i think i am lucky enough to have woken up today...
luckier than most i get to eat,
even luckier i get to choose and cook my own food.

yet no, i don't think i've thanked any god for my food for the past eight years.
a prayer to god before my meal,
it's too lazy a thing for me.

but with all of my heart,
i think of and...

i thank the farmers,
they're the ones truly keeping us alive.

i thank the drivers and porters who have brought the produce to where i bought them.

i thank the bees for these fruits and nuts
my son ever so loves,
even these plants that also have feelings
for their 'sacrifice'.

i thank the clean water and those responsible for this supply.
as for the electricity.

i thank the sun for not already exploding,
for this light and warmth i bask in.

i thank the builders who have built our house
in the heat of the sun
despite the harshness of winds,
the reason i can enjoy this porridge in peace.
safely.

everything and everyone that conspired to bring this food to my table...
i thank them all.

and from the bottom of my heart...

i apologise to the farmers who keep us alive
yet are compensated so little.

i apologise to those who have no food on their table this morning,
who have no table,
who have no roof over their heads
but who still have to face the horrors of another fucking day.

i apologise to the ones who have no choice
but to beg for food,
and to the underfed children they carry with them.

i apologise for the unfairness of it all.

so you see...
that is why i think...
a prayer to a god before a meal
is too lazy a thing for me.

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