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November 8, 2019
Served at Revesby Primary when I was a lad,
Scary ole days as that place was really bad.
Bully gangs preyed upon the weakest child,
A tradition of terror, rich predators ran wild.
Rich thugs in control hunting down the poor,
Wog hunting a favorite, pom’s got much more.
I was a regular cuss, sought after as easy prey,
Confronted school staff but was ordered away.
Other times picking up papers or caned to pay.
Had no friends, they’ll be next by these pests,
Fell behind in exams failing most of my tests.
A regualar in strife lining up for the cane,
Held the school record, worst be my shame.
Running from evil escaping their playground,
Hiding from the bullies, teachers soon found.
Excess cruel punishment for breaking their law,
Setting their prime example just for being poor.
Terror afflicted daily at Revesby Public School,
Many days I wagged school not to lose my cool.
Home was much worse rained with more abuse,
Mother tricked the welfare so what’s the use.
I complained a lot, staff was good I looked bad,
No one gave a dam for the evil I coped or had.
Many days spent wagging, forced me to push,
Safest time for me was hiding in the local bush.
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.
Receiving that ole honor earning more shame,
Held the school record labeled as Professor Cane.
More time wagging school, exploring more bush,
Running from state welfare still unable to push.
Cannot relate to others properly unable to connect,
Relationships for me fail some things isn’t correct.
Conditions were extreme, sometimes awfully bad,
A life sentence of terror remains, makes it so sad.
System wins, can’t complain, no law for the poor,
Bullies won, destroyed my life state won for sure.
From then on its failure I collected at every turn,
All my relationships simply crash & they burn.
Most employment lasts me for a very short time,
Abused by state brutal system, no fault of mine.
My life was neglected but reprisals still re-occur.
Had to cop it sweet! History repeats this tradition,
Police later on deliver abuse that I’m conditioned.
Plead guilty or else cop state seclusion & sedition.
Who cares anymore about a protesters petition?
Most of my bullies all grew up to be nasty cops.
Still-hunting me down proving that cops are tops.
Can’t blame the state serving the same ole abuse,
Neglect is State Services special so what’s the use!
Issued by labor or liberal according to old tradition.
Owned by the state still serving old British sedition.
Public speaking is illegal, now snitchers are arrested,
Councils supports bans while schools remain infested.
NSW GOV! Authorized, most schools to neglect,
Today I’m labeled a terrorist to the truth soldier sect.
Denied mental health access, banned to speak out,
Makes me the prime loser Pomy tradition of course.
Mistreated by cruel charities for taking abusive pics,
Social cleansing the poor with cruelty just for kicks.
Complained of food poisoning that was out of date,
Expelled from corrupt churches cleansing set my fate.
Writing & Painting grubby truth they tossed me out
Left me to rot in dilapidated disease D.O.H Gadabout
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 repeats for the rest of my life
What bullies did that still causes so much strife
It boiled over when I lost my family & my wife.
In art Picasso said defense against the enemy in art
A light turned on, suddenly I transformed my part.
Speaking out on this issue will always be banned
Dedicating my art true to life the worst’ I canned.
I Founded social justice art others needs to steal,
I Founded police brutality my movement to heal.
My bullying had a purpose, my state didn’t care,
Truth is not tolerated as state corruption beware.
Can be controlled. Corrupt churches won’t dare,
Bullying still thrives down under its everywhere.
Corrupt liberal governments still rules unfair,
Out of control rich brats are the bully’s out there.
Protected by all the states! Those Liberals don’t care,
How Australia sucks! Truth is banned everywhere!
Bullying still my nightmare, anti terror laws is here,
State has reprisals for those who speak out on fear;
Rich bullies are protected by the government here!
About this poem
Self explanatory of a rotten childhood of mass abuses by the school, bullies and the rotten home life.System let me down with neglect by the state, in time left to rot in public housing hell as poor man in D.O.H are not given jobs in N.S.W Australia. In 2020 I sued the department of housing with Redfern leagal collecting scraps in compensation & won a transfer to Blacktown to a healthier place, but the Doonside Sewerage treatment works is across the road with the shit tanks below our houses. Last big rain it spilled over & burst open, millions of gallons of raw shitty smelly solution spewed from the cracks in the middle of the road into the storm drain outside. I flushed the vidieo on the World Socialist site and the Chinese Gov ran a muck with it so it was cleaned up real good leaving a environmental smelly mess. It can happen again but a forrest of trees across the road, there are no houses just bush which is healthier on our lungs & we have improved. The worry now is Cova threat that's comming our way. more »
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