You will see him and day in Cabramatta

Or Canley Vale,

Always in black

And easily triggered like a ticking bomb.

Dealer of drugs,

But deals to all except his foes.

Like the worst from hell,

He strolls along the main street of Cabramatta.

Is it suffering or plain torture that opens bloodthirsty eyes?

He knows people are hateful,

But he has no reason but he hurts,

He has no shame.

The sun has reached high noon.

The shadows stand with silhouettes

Against the glistening sun,

Or retreat back into the alleys

The body lets fall its balance,

The innocent victim has been felled.

A bullet shot through the head

With a grim smile

Now he slumps over the corpse,

In the pool of his crime

His body frozen with regret,

His fingers trembling like an earthquake,

Over the consequence of his mistake

The people are silent.