Surving Bullies
SURVIVING BULLIES
Peter Sokolowskyj.
November 8, 2020
Served at Revesby primary when I was a lad
Notorious days when that place was really bad
Rich bully gangs hunted down the poorest child
Tradition of British terror, rich devils in the wild
Evil thugs out of control hunted down the poor
Wog hunting was their priority, thirsty for more.
I was a regular cuss, sought after as easy prey
I confronted school staff but was ordered away
Was a regular favorite for most of these pests
Falling behind in exams I failed most of my tests
Always in some strife, first in line for the cane
Held the school record for the worst I became
Defying harsh rules escaping that playground
Hiding from bullies that many teachers found
Excessive cruel punishment, breaking their law
Setting their prime example just for being poor.
Terror afflicted daily at Revesby Public School.
I spent days wagging so not to lose my cool
Home was far worse, coping more worse abuse
Mother tricked the welfare so what’s the use”
Times I complained, staff was great, I looked bad
No one gave a dam what horror I may have had
Only time I was safe was hiding in the local bush
Endless days wagging, was my solution I’d push
Sir Joseph Banks High was just more repetition
More of the same of that cruel extreme tradition
Yes there was more! Caned for the same reason
Escaping from rich bullies having open season
The only honor I received some sort of fame
I held the school record for the most ever caned
More time wagging exploring lots more bush
Running from state welfare still unable to push
Cannot relate to others, nor did I properly connect
Relationships for me fail some things isn’t correct
Conditions were extreme, sometimes awfully bad
A life sentence of terror remains makes it all so sad
System wins, can’t complain, no law for the poor
Bullies won my life was destroyed for evermore
From then on, failure I collected at every turn
All my relationships just crash and they burn
All employment only lasts a short time
My life is confused, the fear still remains
History repeats, the pain leaves its stains
Police later on deliver abuse that I’m conditioned
Plead guilty or else done to the same ole tradition
Most of my bullies all grew up to be nasty cops
Still hunting me down proving that cops are tops
Hungry for power still serving the same ole abuse
Part of our state services so what’s the use!
Issued to me by state according to tradition
Owned by the state still servingmore sedition
Speaking out public corrupt cops shut me down
City council supports banning me from town
NSW GOV! Authorized my schools to neglect
Today I’m labeled a terrorist to the truth sect
Denied mental health access for speaking out,
Banned from all churches who protect their cause
Makes me the prime loser, its tradition of course.
Mistreated a terrorist now enemy of the state
Left to rot in a rundown rotten DOH is my fate
Do as I’m told & suck! Or three strikes, out I go
Not allowed to complain as no one wants to know
Abuse attracts abuse for the rest of my life
What bullies can do and cause so much strife
It almost boiled over when I lost my wife.
I then sought after art to paint all my abuse
I became real good but the state still misused
History repeats crap still happens city hall abused
Speaking out on this issue will always be banned
Dedicating my art true to life the worst’ I canned.
I founded social justice art the rich need to steal
I founded police brutality my movement to heal
My bullying had a purpose the state didn’t care
Truth is not tolerated as state corruption beware
Can be controlled. But the churches won’t dare
Bullying still thrives as it lingers everywhere
The corrupt liberal governments still rules unfair
Out of control rich brats are the bully’s out there
Protected by all the states as liberals don’t care
How Australia sucks! truth is banned everywhere!
Today all this haunts me, no one dares comes near
State has reprisals for those who speak out on fear
About this poem
I wrote this poem in rememberance of Collan Hall who was killed by Sergie barclay, care taker of a Mission Austraila owned home. Mt Gibralta boys home Bowral in july 1964 simply because he was a poor & a houso. At Revesby public in 4C he was in my class at school, Ron Baker 's gangs bashed him many time crapless in the play ground & the gutless staff did nothing. Lucky for me I was wagging that day, Ron Baker smashed Noel churchills scull into the brick wall of the school dunnies, he was after me but I was absent to why Im still alive. Baker went to Minda Welfare lock up but escaped going to prison havingthe right connections. He later became a brutal Bankstown copper. Another poors oul was Charmain Feeghan a delightful gal but she didnt like me as she feared competition & Sir Joseph Banks was far worse than Revesby Primary. Charmain was in trouble a lot like me I was caned she was gang banged by school welfare officers: Mr Pollock head of science, Mr Mahoney and Mr Kelly head of Maths! Many times from the science room, I heard Charmains scream as the bastards took turns banging her. I wasnt sexually ative so I just heard her screams but unaware she was being fucking raped She copped the worst abuse, the sports master Mr Knight also took part as when it was his turn she screamed louder as they gagged her, it sounded muffled. I heard the sounds as I was at Murs 's Office for the cane and I can hear the noises from the dark room where all the shit just happened. I love that gal' she achieved what I failed to do. Years later she burnt down that school and went to Prison. Another fellow lived across the road: Garbour Raitsists my hungarian neighbour, the bullies had open season with him, when he wasnt around it was me. Teachers didnt give a rats. Neimo Photoso family were cops or barristers untouchable. So Neimo bullied the school along with Bobby Gover & Werhner Wheak etc. Garbo became the prime target in High School same as he did in Primary. He became a sucessful Pawn broker coin & stamp dealer upfront but hid a porno trade that sent him to prison. Most of the guys bashed ended up in jail, so did Charmain & many moreI know. Goff Whittlam was going to correct this problem & bring abusers to trial to why he really lost his job, he intended to rid the state of bullies, & send rich bastards abusers to prison to why he was really sacked. Malcom Frazer restored them. Today its still the same disease around so many Schools in Australia. My old problem is a national disease, still exists, still happens, rich bastards being cruel to the poor where those people who live in NSW State housing estates live in total seclusion and are out cast in the rich only Australian Society. What can they expect no future, no job, no further education so of course many seek drugs, booze to die; they are all excluded been bullied most of their lives. State manufactured the real problem but we cant blame the states can we? U couldnt get anymore cruelty than that. Most live in run down dilapidated deliberately run down & neglected by the state squallas to justyfy selling them off to the rich. Its a cruel world livinmg in department of hnousing as I do and I am an outcast, been most of my life but still I am a wonderful, loverbal decent human person reguardless my misfortunes. Crap happens merely to make me a better person so this poem is an important contrabution even if its decades old the event still happens in all Australian capitol Cities so to encourage others to write their experiences as it belongs to all and may help another who has been abused. I dedicate all my work to social justice & the truth is what sets us free from bullshit! not blind singing amazing grace till we die being nothing. more »
Written on August 11, 2020
Submitted by petersokolowskyj96 on July 05, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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