stop talking

I could talk facts and figures about how many people on any given night in Melbourne are homeless and sleep on the streets.

But even one is too many.

We could talk about the price of housing being beyond the means of the average Australian. We can talk about the fragmentation of the family unit and its trans-generational consequences.

We could talk about the United Nations Charter on the rights of refugees or the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and how its being abused- how education, housing, safety, food + water, clothing, an income- are rights not privileges. How the people who have these rights are the minority.

We could talk about a government that is skilled in the art of shifting the focus from our own backyard to the international stage when it all gets too much.

We could talk about how we've become paralyzed by the magnitude of the situation. That a child might be born in poverty. But poverty is NEVER born in a child.

You see the thing is that we just keep talking.