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!  

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7 thoughts on “Sister Bitch

    1. Yes, truth and justice did prevail but people got hurt at the time though the truth always comes out in the end! I used to belong to a site called Poetbay, and originally published it there back in 2007. I wrote a lot of poetry back then. Not quite as much now though I still write poems when the mood hits me 🙂

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      1. Lies can certainly do a lot of damage. Glad the truth came out in this case!

        Poetbay, sounds fun, and wow, 2007, you were way ahead of me at posting online! I was such a scaredy-cat! I didn’t really start till fall of 2017, if I remember right, and that was on Prose…

        I’ve been wondering if and how to collect up all the patchwork I’ve left around the net since then… so far it feels too overwhelming so it rests wherever it landed… I wonder how many writers have this feeling of total output chaos that I have! Nice that you are organizing yours here. xoxox :))

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      2. Yes, lies can cause so much destruction, and even when the truth comes out, the damage has already been done.

        Poetbay was good fun for a while!

        I totally understand ‘output chaos’. I have pictures I have captured over last few years still showing here, there and everywhere. I was looking to see if I could get them removed but it is as you say so overwhelming!!! lol Did I tell you I deleted Facebook and Instagram? It’s been two weeks without them now. It has been quite liberating! xoxox 🙂

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      3. Oooh yes deleting Facebook and Insta can definitely liberating. 👏🎉👌 and yes about the mess! So glad to have confirmation that I’m not alone in suffering from “output chaos.” 🤓But I guess also hurrah about the mess, for without it there can really not be much creation. 😍💓

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