by Amelia Evans
To sin: a verb meaning: “an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law”. Derived from the Biblical Greek hamartia and Hebrew hatar : “to miss the mark” – or the point maybe?
OUR LEADER: Oh god! What a day – another miracle. I was sworn in and I said, like we discussed – that I would govern with humility, compassion and for all Australians. I mean – I know you were there, you saw it but, you were proud of me weren’t you?
He waits for an answer…
We’ll talk about it later. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done! Miracle after miracle after miracle. AH! I did have one question though. Tiny… but… ahh…what should I do now?
You there? I mean I know you’re the one with the plan I’m here to do your work but if you could give me a sign of what that is exactly
A knock on the door and in walks a staff member
STAFF MEMBER: Um Mr Leader hello hello so sorry to interrupt but we’ve had another I’m afraid, just attempted, on manus. Set themselves alight but survived thank god
OUR LEADER: Oh for crying out loud. How many’s that? No – no don’t tell me. Listen, I’m in a very important chat right now and I’m
STAFF MEMBER: So sorry, of course, of course it can wait no hurry
They exit, Our Leader resumes prayers
OUR LEADER: Sorry about that! So as I was saying I’m not sure what do so if you could give me a sign
LITTLE MIRACLE: Daddy? Daddy
OUR LEADER: Well if it isn’t my little miracle. What’s up?
LITTLE MIRACLE:. I was watching TV and there were thousands of kids not going to school all across the world in protest. They said there its because there is an ecological crisis
OUR LEADER: Well that’s silly – can’t be prime minister if you don’t go to school now can you?
He taps her on the nose, she looks a bit worried.
OUR LEADER: Darling, you’re not worried are you? What do I always say?
LITTLE MIRACLE: Gods got a plan
OUR LEADER: That’s right – God’s got a plan and right now I’m talking to Him about it so don’t you worry about a thing. Daddy’s got this.
LITTLE MIRACLE: Thanks Daddy
OUR LEADER: So where was I? Oh yes… a sign
Anxiety bursts in
OUR LEADER: Um – who are you?
ANXIETY: Your anxiety!
OUR LEADER: What? No. I don’t have anxiety
ANXIETY: You do now!!! Da ta da da ta da RAHARAHARAHAH
Anxiety starts a song and dance number, perhaps with an entourage of bright and manic in tow.
OUR LEADER: No – No – get out! God?! Have you forsaken me? And Jesus Christ – you’re not much better. I asked for a sign and this malarkey is all I get! What the hell, mate? What the hell
Anxiety and its song and dance drowns him out.