The pain and suffering caused to those
The accusations, that were imposed
The broken ties, hearts and bonds,
Loving friendship thus absconds.
The twisted tales and lies were told
The brazen bollocks of words so bold,
The shattered souls, tears and fears
A prison sentence, of several years?
The untruths, that they said were true,
The acting to convince the few,
The tears were false as is the heart
A clever act, right from the start.
The money beckoned, the pounds they call,
The house, inheritance, she wants it all.
The trial by jury, just a fix,
A farcical phoney, a trickster’s tricks.
The envy of a Sister Bitch,
An in-law aiming at being rich.
The lack of feeling, lack of care
For her brother, she wants his share.
The loss he felt at this betrayal,
The family unit going stale.
The loss of sibling. loss of self
Stomach ache and suffering health.
The Sister Bitch has love of money,
The script she cites has little honey.
The greed for guts and blood are hers
As long as pounds pour in her purse.
The Jury hears the woeful story,
The opera soap of something gory.
The story of her darling child,
And one other that she reviled.
The plot was easy, and ready set,
The will would change for her to get
The money, house and everything,
Her bank balance set bound to sing.
The victim chosen, that was easy,
The lack of guilt she showed was sleazey.
The lad was blood and yet not blood,
Adopted nephew stuck in mud.
The mental state of this young man
The game she played because she can
The way she saw it, all was fair
Money talks, she does not care.
The evidence does not exist
There are no facts, you get the gist?
The fabrication, blatant lie
Could not be proved, wonder why?
The things she said did not take place
In any shape, form or space,
A pack of lies, just for money,
Destroying lives, is not funny.
The Jury heard, the story told,
Historical case, out in the cold:
Jury out, await decision,
So confused by such derision:
What had started out, as small,
Gained momentum, a rolling ball:
A cigarette smoked, now in trouble,
A stupid girl, an airhead bubble:
She said one thing, and then another,
Sought attention, from her mother.
It seemed so easy to tell a lie,
Always easy, to turn and cry.
The waterworks worked, well until
The person she told, called ‘Old Bill’.
They made a case, I don’t know how
From lies she said, was truth and now
We have a situation,
Total crap, and fabrication.
The Sister Bitch could have ended,
But saw to get the will suspended.
The chance had come to her, what luck!
To make some money, what the fuck!
Why settle for half, when she could gain
The entire fortune just for saying
A lie, so what, she does n’t care
When it comes to money, don’t play fair.
Half a million to be gained,
So what, if someone innocent stained.
What she did not bargain for,,
Was that a fight would be in store.
Justice, freedom and liberty,
The truth is out now, the Jury see.
What they said, could not have been
He was not there, was not seen.
We watched them in the court of law
Listened, to a sham so poor.
It makes me mad, angry, sad,
That just because his temper’s bad,
Previous convictions, fall from grace.
Unsuited body, scar on face.
They tried to twist the facts so clear,
Pervade justice, and Jury steer.
He is believed and she is not,
The facts speak clear, they ‘re full of rot.
© Liola Lee 2007
Sometimes people will do./say anything for monetary gain or if it gets them out of trouble and takes the focus off them! Sometimes those people are the people we think are closest to us!
