I went to the guy in charge who it seemed I knew somewhat well. I told him my fiver year old grandson was here and that poem was inappropriate. He turned away from me and was clapping.
2 Chronicles 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
People from the group I was in didn't seem to want me to go, and none would come with. They warned me that within a few blocks I would likely be attacked by a gang. I knew I had to go.
...I didn't see any people.
I seemed to be especially empowered to help people regardless of their problems.