Terror struck the town
Of Porepunkah
With a lone gunman,
Nationalist in ideology,
Pulsating through his veins;
He shot two policemen dead,
The dread still at large
Armed with ammunition
that could blow the entire town away --

The town, once sleepy
Is now fully awake;
Gripped with terror
As they lie in wait —

That same terror
trasped across town borders
Into my neighbourhood
Two students, the nephews of the gunman
stood, sprouting the same ideology —

We’re on watch —
I'm on counsel,
How can I be that non-judgmental
Presence in the face of evil
Holding that emotional shrapnel?!