About this poem:

White Supremacy?……in a land like NZ? It is so very wrong, so cruel, so deplorable. How sad it is for those who lost their lives, all 49 of them and their grieving families. My heart is broken but though mine aches; it is nothing compared to those who lost love ones. I am still shaken; and I've cried a lot today and people might not understand why because I have no one that I know that was gravely affected by this massacre.
But I m affected and I wish there was someone I could talk to that really understands; someone who shares the love, the passion for that land and it's people. But I am alone in my thoughts, it's sad and lonely at the same time. Some feels more than others and that I can understand.

NZ is still my home; and it is her pure, down to earth, beautiful, friendly and giving nature (applicable to both the land and the people) and this one horrible act of a senseless, self-centred misfit has forever tainted what has always been the purest, cleanest and green profile of NZ.

I keep saying but no one is listening; rebuild the family unit...parents are too busy working and we are breeding spineless, self-absorbed, feeling so privileged children who have no life-skills so much so that when life storms come their way they simply cannot cope. They either cry and give up or they take to the gun and kill the rest of us all because most parents these days are afraid to discipline (not chastise) their children. It is such a pity that some parents do everything for their kids mistaking it as love.

“I wrote this not just to express my own thoughts but those of the many migrants who were attacked in a senseless way. They're migrants but as our NZ Prime Minister said; “they are us” and NZ was their home!

I realize poems can be read, interpreted differently from the writer’s point of view…so before anyone judges me, let me say: I'm a Christian and believe in just one Supreme Authority ergo: I don’t believe in White Supremacy but mentioned it here as a reaction to an article that came out that day.

I spend 70% at least of my time working to come -up with ideas/strategies to connect cultural groups where we are. I have to be colour blind; yes a different type of colour – blindness- the type that is aware white is the presence of all colours and history tells us we all, regardless of colour, contributed to the building of our modern societies. To me, skin colour is just that; a colour, a covering…much like the many colours of clothing we choose to cover us each day!

If there is anything I will condemn; it will be the act of terrorism; not the people, not skin colour ,not even religion. Just the demented minds of a few.

We look at NZ as our quiet little backyard, where there is no place for senseless acts such as this one. I know Terrorism is a devil that lurks around us as old as old can be. But it hasn’t been and never will be nurtured in NZ and we therefore are not as desensitized as the rest of the world.