64) SURVIVING BULLIES

              November 8, 2007

 

                I served at Revesby primary when I was a lad

                    Conditions were extreme sometimes awfully bad

                Terror of tradition in the playground was wild

                  Gangs of bullies roamed after the weaker child

               Rich folks kids ran wild and hunted the poor

                Racistism out of control, wog hunting galore

                I was a regular and sought after as easy prey

                When I confronted staff, I was ordered away

                   Garbour and I was the favorites for those pests

                  Both fell behind in exams and failed some tests

        Always in trouble and in line for the cane

                I held the record receiving the most that came

                 Broke their rules for running in the playground

              Fleeing from bullies daily caught then bound

         Caned excessively for breaking their rule

                  No one believed me when I escaped the cruel’

                   Terrified from danger, my ordeal daily at school

              How many times I wagged to keep my cool

                 Home was much worse for that endless abuse

              Mother tricked the welfare so what’s the use

                           When I complained, they looked good and I was bad
No one gave a dam what I had had

              Only time when I was safe when I went bush

        Days on end wagging the trend I’d push

           I had no friends as most were on their side

                Remain with the strength or run otherwise hide

               Those primary years I lived with so much fear

                  Today this still haunts me as no one comes near

         Sir Joseph Banks High was just repetition

                   More of the same that was extreme and tradition

               There too I was caned for the same ole reason

         Escaping from bullies having open season

                         Once more I held the record for the most ever caned

                       The only honor where I received some sort of fame

                  More time wagging school exploring more bush

        Running from welfare still unable to push

                           Cannot relate to others properly nor properly connect

                          Relationships for me fail cos some things not correct

                          Conditions were extreme and sometimes awfully bad

                         My life sentence, terror remains that makes it so sad

                       System wins can’t complain as no law for the poor

                   Bullies won as a life was destroyed for evermore

           From then on failure meets me at every turn

     All my relationships just crash and 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

          Abuse attracts abuse for the rest of my life

              What Bullies can do and cause so much strife

                I’m afraid it’s all so true they destroyed my life

It all boiled over when I lost my wife.