Platitudes and Silence

Staring through the window I sit

nursing a mug of tea.

The swish of tyres after recent rain

and the squawks of  parakeets

foraging in the flame tree

are background noise to my thoughts.

Thoughts of disbelief.

Thoughts of anger.

Colours mute as the sun descends.

Long shadows fall across the yard.

My phone beeps, more news.

I don’t look.

Enough bad news for one day.

‘Atrocities believed to have happened on Nauru.’

Believed to?

How can a government be so callous,

so cold,

so lacking in compassion?

I don’t want news.

I want answers.

But I don’t get answers.

All we get are platitudes

and silence.

 

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