Political politians discuss politics.

We sat around the table together, their raised voices filling every corner of the long hall.
Arguing over exchange rates, climate change, desal plant and refugees.

I sat there. Lips shut tight.

the government is the one who needs money! We don't even need ice burgs! Melbourne is better than everywhere! They are all liars, as if they need help!

I sat there. Lips shut tight.

The answers were obvious. The public had told them. Over, and over,and over again. Maybe if they listened. Maybe if they opened their eyes to the easy solution.
But in this world, when it comes to politics, even the thought of those things seems preposterous.

So I sat there. Grinding my teeth.

Dressed in their suits, with their noses high in the air, they discussed the future of our country as if it was a game. Thinking if they messed up, they could get a 'get out of jail free' card on the next turn.

So I sat there. Almost bursting.

Their voices got louder and louder as they got more excited about the things they could do and build to 'their' country. The money they could spend, the time they could waste. The things they could destroy.

So I stood up and took a breath.

'Stop.'


They all turned, all 24 greying, glasses bearing faces, turned and stared me down.


'Why?' They all said at once.


'Can you not see? We are slowly killing our life. Our home. Our world. One development at a time. We are denying help to those who need it, even when they have nothing, and we have everything. We are sending water to crowded cities, so they can have longer showers, and water their gardens, when there are those who need water to survive. How don't you see it?'

All at the same time, there eyebrows furrowed.

I sighed and walked out.
I hope, I hope with all my life, that they will relax their brow, before its too late.