Malicious Flesh; Conceived To Child Poem by Dakota Ellerton

We sit and watch the clocks,
times never seemed so slow.
Tap tap tap at the door.
Freddrick has arrived.
With the main purpose of bringing what my grandfathers will had said,
he had conveiniantly forgotten.
Must have slipped his mind.
Still he stood in my mothers house,
to claim he knew what was just, and fair.
Value is not in your vocabulary, old man.
Restrain from using your fools tongue,
and I’ll hold my temper.
Money has clouded any value you ever had,
I dare ask do you even know the meaning of love?
My great grandmother spilled her soul,
in the house she built.
You believe your family has the right,
to take it from us, from Annie Snowden.
The thing you will never understand,
is family.
Never will a heartless fool,
be apart of ours.
What labor have you done,
to get to where you are?
How many lies have you told,
how many lives have you walked over.
You dare to stand here,
and say to us ’I always wondered what was wrong with you people’.
What people might that be Freddrick?
You are a cruel child,
whose not learned a thing.
You’ve wasted a precious life.
I hope someday you can find peace of mind.
Did you ever love your brother?
Words you choose would say different.
Money is the only thing lingering,
in the empty cavity in your chest.
Someday I hope you understand,
the grief you’ve caused us.
Though I know you’re too stubborn to ever admit it,
you’re doing something wrong.
If my father hadn’t taught me manners,
I’d of stood to your face,
and told you the last thing you’d ever hear me say.
‘When did money become more important, then the values a life left behind. If you’re wife and children burned to death, I think you’d weep for the possessions. I’d rather a poor life with family, then a rich one with lies and dishonesty among strangers related. I don’t like you.’