Powerless, looking over the endless ocean.
Options the Australians promised, nowhere to be seen.
Saved by Norwegians, trapped by an election.
From mountainous terrain to a flat, small circle.
Flattened all personality; without relief all lives.
All wealth traded for misery, the island as empty as its souls.
Putting people away from harm’s way is saving them in no way.
Slowly drying up while there’s water all around.
No one looks at you, no one acknowledges you.
You exist, but barely, in a place no one knows.
A sense of “responsibility” led to this.
Humanity is not humane.
On Nauru, people are going insane.
*Inspired by This American Life Episode #253: The Middle of Nowhere