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One early time I got “GOT!” 🥹

 

Hello,


you can call me Mal.


When I was 6 years old, I broke my left elbow in half at school.

The top half & bottom half were severed.

I was sent to the Royal Children’s Hospital for 2 weeks.

After 2 operations, I was placed in the ward for amputees.

All night I would hear my fellows cry out for their missing arms & legs.

I was put on high dose morphine & stayed on it for months.


As we know, morphine, an opiate, is highly addictive & when I was eventually taken off it, the withdrawals were severe.

I would walk in circles & talk to myself.


At school in Grade One (now known as Year One), I had my mouth taped up for talking.


Life has been hard for me.


I have broken no Law.


Yet for much of my life I have been persecuted.


I experience what was formerly known as “Shell Shock.”


I am healing, I have faith, slowly.


The ‘school of hard knocks.’



Still, there are many others far worse off & I count my blessings daily.


I believe in Universal Human Rights Love Compassion & Respect.


Please stop hurting one another & start helping others.


These are the teachings of my Saviour Jesus Christ.


Deeply, I respect people of other Faiths.


I am a big fan of the Multifaith network.


Please can we share our beautiful home Earth with some humility nobility & grace.


Thank you.

Bless you.


Malachi James Doyle 

Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung Country of the Kulin Nation

Carlton 3053 Australia



A PS to this:

I told all this to a woman in Castlemaine who had been involved in an inquiry into former abuses in Schools & she told me patronizingly that she had “never heard of such a thing”. As if she didn’t believe me. She matters!


PPS Checking my statistics I have receive a lot of reads of this poem & walking the street through the Biodynamic Genocide club A 30 year old yuppie today mocked me saying sarcastically "so sad" with a gloating smile.

Scum!



Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.


Truth Telling Kills Fascists!

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