Ultimate Betrayal - Poem by Patricia Kelley
You acted like the caring daughter.
You said they were your mother and father.
You took them in your home.
Not letting them come to the phone.
How many relatives called?
How many times you stalled.
Daddy wasn’t even allowed to talk to his sister.
You treated him like he was a strange mister.
You talked them into remortgaging their home.
While you made deals on the phone.
You even created a new will.
You worked for the mortgage lender.
You soon became the offender.
You thought you had it sealed.
The only family members they were allowed to see were yours.
You kept Christmas decorations up for seven years.
You confused them.
I can’t blame them.
You didn’t even let them see their own grandchildren or great grandchildren.
You treated everyone like they were the evil stepchildren.
This went on for seven long years.
You didn’t care about others tears.
Or how it would give grandchildren fears.
You only cared about your own affairs.
You let rats move in taking over their house.
All the important things in life disappeared.
You didn’t care about the scriptures.
You refused to remove food or clean their house.
When there was finally nothing left.
You hit like a big theft.
Making sure you were going to get something.
You even allowed new company.
Our estranged brother,
You two became a smuggler.
Anything of value you both took.
Creating a hook,
The plan became to leave little sister out.
You thought she was too weak to shout.
You even had mom and dad sell him the house for ten thousand dollars.
You paid him dollars to come and visit his parents.
Gutting their home,
He rebuilt their home with their money.
While you told mother she could never return to her own home.
Because she allowed sin to happen in her home,
You became judgmental.
You emptied their bank accounts.
In large amounts,
You emptied their safety deposit box.
Along with all of their stocks,
You took the original will.
And destroyed it with your strong will,
Your brother even quit his job.
He quit selling drugs for the mob.
You two had a business game plan.
It was a scam.
Even now you took a rental house and rented it for nothing.
The renter gutted it taking all the copper wiring getting something.
There was only seventy five hundred dollars owed against it.
You remortgaged it for more money.
Now there is thirty six thousand owed against it.
And you want to sell it for twenty three thousand.
You should be fired as the accountant.
You’re a crook.
You’re a schmuck.
I should just let you hang yourself.
I’m so glad I am nothing like you.
If only mom and dad saw the real you.
But, I have a feeling they did.
It was nothing that could be hid.
You’re a disgrace.
I pray God shows you grace.
Your sins have reached the Heavens.
It’s only a matter of time before everything gets even.
You can't hide what you've done anymore.
Everyone is ready to even the score.
You may finally feel what it's like to be poor.
I've slammed the door.
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