Perhaps we do not love Malaysia (poem)

Perhaps we do not love Malaysia,

perhaps in our constant critique of it we signal our displeasure,

perhaps our constant refusal to accept the status quo,

to long for more is a sign of revolt,

perhaps the gathering of thousands have shown our displeasure,

perhaps the land on which I took my first steps,

have now become an anchor that burdens my feet.

but,

Is it not love that runs through us,

when we watch with bated breath,

the fighters of our country,

in the court and in the field,

where foreign eyes observe us.

Is it not love that runs through us,

when we recall the sweet taste of roti canai upon our lips,

the taste of gold that our fighters have brought home,

the taste of freedom that was granted to the land upon which I stand.

Is it not love that flowed through them,

those whose blood has been spilled upon this land,

in their fight to call this place home.

Is it not love that flows through you,

through my brothers and sisters,

not raised in the land of others,

but upon the land which we call ours.

Or is it fear that runs through me,

when I recall the children of Malaysia,

their fate, lying in the hands of those above us.

Is it fear that divides us,

afraid of what others might think,

about the darkness that we share.

Is it fear that stifles my voice,

or is it love that strengthens it,

for my home,

Malaysia.