There have been more. A woman was found dumped in a dumpster, stuffed into the trunk of a car and collapsed on the side of the road.

Twenty-four of them lost this year. We are in the fourth month. We count them. We honor them. Their loved ones try to make sense of the unthinkable. It is so regular, so common now, that hardly any headlines are written.

But it’s not about you women.

The people die all the time. There are murderers among us. Human nature is dark.

But on Monday night in western Sydney, a teenager attacked a bishop in a church. A riot followed. There was chaos, people were injured, no lives were lost. It was about terrorism. We know it was because the Prime Minister said so immediately and called a meeting of influential men to calm the situation, to close it.

That’s your job, of course. Take serious things seriously. To keep us as safe as possible.

But why does that terrible incident have a name and an immediate plan of action, but women need to keep quiet about the seemingly endless roll call of loss upon them?

We’re confused, because if women aren’t a threatened group in Australia, why do we feel, so deep in our bones, the way we do?

This week, a video went viral. It was a spoken word poem by Mia Findlay. On Wednesday, suddenly, everything was everywhere. In every inbox, in DM and in feeds. She had said words that women needed to hear.

The central theme of the video is how, when two young men were killed in “cowardly punching” attacks in Sydney’s Kings Cross more than 10 years ago, the laws of a city changed almost instantly.