A message to a stranger

By Aarron Mondello

4/12/2017

Yesterday I was the bus with my two young daughters (aged 11 and 8) and my brother. An indigenous man got on the bus not long after us. One of my daughters was sitting behind me and when I turned to talk to her he began abusing me and my brother for being racist and disrespectful towards him.

Let’s get this straight, as far as I am concerned, the colour of you skin means fuck all. I don’t care about your race, religion, background or past, of you’re a danger to my children I’ll seek to extract them.

Late last night I became very angry (and ashamed at myself if I’m honest) at the man who took it upon himself to terrify my kids and I and I wrote him a message.

This is not a racial slur or an attempt to vilify a race. This purely how I felt about what happened and the man involved.


A message to a stranger

You’re yelling at me about the injustice
Suffered by your kin
But here’s a thought and just for a moment
Maybe you could fucking listen
To the words of the people just trying to get by
The people who have done you no wrong
But no! Your to busy feigning to cry
And singing the the same rehashed song
As a hundred before you who were treated like shit
I get it you bloody mad
I would be to if I’d suffered like you
But wait a second, I have!
Beaten and ridiculed shamed and rejected
Reviled and then stepped upon
And here i sit and yes I’m pissed off
But only at those who did me wrong
It’s not my fault so many don’t care
You just singled me out of the crowd
I don’t even know why perhaps just because I was there
But your actions were oh so wrong
You terrified my kids
And if I’m being honest, I was pretty scared too
But take a step back and look at the picture
Because I have done nothing to you
I write this down the things I am feeling
Towards an abusive stranger
The angry young man who while I was I traveling
Made me feel like I was in real danger
I mean, seriously bloke look at yourself
Abusing a family just because you can
Just like you I can’t choose my skin tone
It’s not my fault I was born a white man
And my children! They have done even less than I
Innocent and learning with you as an example
Accusing me of teaching them to be racist
You’re lesson was more than ample
You think I’m the one teaching them to fear you
While unleashing your anger so pure
In those ten minutes you taught them more than I
And it wasn’t to respect you at all
Did I ask them to move away from your anger
Yeah I did but it wasn’t because of your colour
I would have got them to move out of your harms way
Regardless of your colour
How do you think they felt as you threatened
To kidnap them or beat up their dad
What kind of image do you think they’ll now see
After you leaned across them to slap my face
Is your hatred of me justified?
Hell no it isn’t
Because what harm have I actually caused
None to you or any of your people
We were just a family on the same bus
So you’ll never read this and I don’t care
The ether can have my message
Because the way you acted as I sat with my daughters
Has caused irreparable damage
To the way my kids now view your kin
You want to know why some of us fear?
It comes from people like you.

©Aarron Mondello2017


 

The Serpent

By Aarron Mondello

3/12/2017

The fork tongued serpent
With poison speech
Never repentant
As it seeks
To pour sickly honey
In your ears
And gain your loyalty
Through your fears
Spiting viscous lies
From its lips
While in disguise
It calmly sits
Feigning intentions
Pure and true
There will not be redemption
When it’s through
You’ll cast aside
Those close and dear
And draw the poison
Serpent near
Finally when
You’re brought down low
It’ll shed it’s skin
And let you know
It takes great delight
In your fall from grace
So stay vigilant for
The Serpents Face.

©Aarron Mondello 2017


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The Newly Departed

By Aarron Mondello

1/12/2017

Alone here I sit
The newly departed
Leaving behind
Those broken hearted

As through a window
I stare looking in
No breath do I take
No blood of the living

No sun on my skin
For skin I have none
No feeling in hands
Bodiless, numb

No emotion in me
No anger seething
No joy or jealousy
At those still breathing

No tears to be shed
At least not by me
From all feeling in death
I am suddenly freed

Like a soft breeze
I now roam this land
A breeze that once was
A real bleeding man.

© Aarron Mondello2017


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What would you do?

By Aarron Mondello

29/11/2017

What would you do
If you woke up one day
To find all you’d known
Had been spirited away

All of your family and friends
In some unknown place
No where to be seen
Not one familiar face

Only strangers eyes
Everywhere that you walk
Each one as lifeless
As body outlined in chalk

Even the houses you pass
Look different and strange
Did god reach down from the clouds
And your world rearrange

Would you search for your family
Would you look for your friends
Or would you mourn then accept
Your old life has come to an end

Now what would you do
If you woke up one night
Tied to a cold table
With no one in sight

A light flickering weak
Yellow above your head
A small bench to the left
Fills you with dread

A scalpel and forceps
A knife and a hook
To terrified to stare
But where else do you look

A figure appears
At the edge of the gloom
Blood spatters their apron
Looking like roses in bloom

What would you do
When they pick up the knife
Would you hope to go quietly
Or beg for your life

Tell me what would you do
If one sunny afternoon
You happen to look up
And saw a crack in the moon

The tides would crazy
Without their guiding hand
Looters and violence
Ravage the land

All morals thrown out
It’s now flight or fight
In this destructive new world
Only meanest survive

The weak are cast down
And ruled over as slaves
Bent, broken and used
For the rest of their days

Would you fight to survive
And kill to remain on your feet
Would you live as property
Or one of the “elite”

Now just once more I ask
What would you do
If you looked about yourself
To find all your dreams had come true

Terror and fear
Still thriving abroad
But in your perfect kingdom
You are the lord

No goal is there left
You’ve achieved them all
Testaments to your success
Adorned every wall

Would a feeling so hollow
Spread through your chest
Now all your dreams have come true
There’s not one of them left

Would you relax and enjoy
The kingdom you’ve built
Would you see those less fortunate
And feel any guilt

How would you cope
If your life suddenly changed
Adapt or accept
Or madness deranged.

© Aarron Mondello2017


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