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Surving 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. 

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Written on August 11, 2020

Submitted by petersokolowskyj96 on July 05, 2021

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Peter Sokolowsky

I grew up poor in Revesby Sydney Australia, school was shit as I was a target for bullies open season. My parents were battlers from War torn Europ. My grandfather was head of Hitlers SS, a cruel son of a bitch, explains my mothers cruelty. So we had a dose of Stalin & Hitler in the family riddled with pops brudar killing his sister so an axe murderer too to why he was so brutal. My childhood was shit, who gave a stuff unless they could make money to why the old folks hated churches & charities. Mother sent me to a divine charity home, run by the gracious Mission Australia whose caretaker Sergie Barklay before he killed Collan Hall, he threw me against the bathroom sink weeks earlier. then booted me shitless till I was purple all over. He later on hung another boy to the rafters in the shed for all to see what diciplin is all about. Hung Les Melbourne up by his hands tied, wet him down with a hose, then beat him with a shorter piece of hose first, then a thick wet rope to finish the job, and left him hanging while we all had the evening meal. After I left he killed Collan Hall a fellow class mate that later on Mission Australia denies knowing the place. Primaryschool was an ordeal but high school was worse & being poor didnt help. I copped the blame in time for lots of shit happens, my best achievements in both schools was holding the cane record of 5,768 cuts of the cane at Revesby Public & Sir Joseph Banks; these results came from the School Welfare Officer Mrs Toumie recorded at Minda NSW. I wagged most of High School hiding from Bullies, had a lot of followers till eventually we got caught by welfare. I left school aged fifteen November 1966 I left chucking my books down the drive way, that had to be my best day at school ever. I did win school writing competitions, had my work shown at the fete and Bankstown Library. Always did well in English, compositions were read out in the hall on fete days, speech nights but poetry didnt come then. My youth was occupied by meeting women & soon I was sexually active and met up with those doing the same. I had a bit of trouble meeting gals as in school, rich wiches told me to piss off all the time. I wasnt welcome to join in with them, so my social skills deteriorated a little. My outcast began at school that left me with social disorders but when I got my licence & bought a car suddenly friends came from everywhere. I got into a lot of fights with people I didnt know and ended up arrested then they became mates for ever. I became a regular customer at Bankstown cop shop. Neimo Photoso, my bully from school became a copper, but a cruel evil pig indeed along with other playground menaces I had, even Detective Ron Baker who had me bagged with a wheat sack over my head, cuffed to the piss troff left & right in my under pants in freezing cold conditions in the loo. So his copper mates pissed on the bag, when all done, I get a bath with a fire hose under pressure that causes severe brusing. I report this after and then it gets worse I end up being chased by coppers all over Sydney. I got a motorcyle licence & bought a yamaha 650 special joined the hell angels, but after 6months I was sacked cause I had too many cops about and they wernt liked at the clubhouse. My teens were wild, I took guitar lessons at Peter Collins music store for thee years and started busking around Sydney but was moved on by cops as I wasnt rich. 1970 I married Pauline Craven who I found in a newspaper add already pregnant to some one else I and was set up to marry the bitch and three kids bloomed, first & last had different fathers & Lawrence was my son. We moved from Padstow to liverpool then to Moorebank and ended up in Airds Campbelltown in public Housing after nine years of hell, I caught her fucking some old dude from Card night, srung them pants down chock in the block & then it was hystory over! she got the cops on me for bashing her boyfriend who strung Lawrence to the clothes line, spun it around then beat him with a cricket bat. I flew over the fence knocked him to the ground with a head-butt, then tied him to the clothes line, but my score was better, I batted a century when the coppers arrived. I was forced to leave, I moved to Wollongong, I was working at the Steel works as a Welder where a year later AIS retrenched 5,000 workers and my payout was enough to start my own business. I opened a second hand shop in Port kembla. Better than Market it was called and it was doing really well. I cleaned up re-sellables from the Bankstown Council Cleanups & restored & sold it at PortKembla, I rebuilt mowers & sold them as well as the salvage paying only $50:oo rent.The next year I moved in the shop across the road even bigger scaring all the other local dealers to when things sort of got real nasty, So much back biting with the other shops & someone paid the cops to block my licences as I was hoping to become an auctioneer. Three more…

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