Just Plain Hate ©
               By Artemis Quill 2024
“No complaints, overwhelmed by blessings”

There’s bad blood coursing through the veins of kin,  
A brother’s wrath ignites a simmering flame;  
His sister’s choice, a man he deems unfit,  
A whimpering sycophant, devoid of shame.  

In shadows cast, the brother’s words take flight,  
“Your husband’s weak, a puppet on a string,”  
With venom laced, he speaks in bitter spite,  
While hatred swells, a dark and festering thing.  

The brother-in-law, with eyes like stormy seas,  
Sees only cruelty in the brother’s glare;  
He feels the weight of every harsh decree,  
A bully’s heart, a heart that does not care.  

Thus, tangled fates weave webs of spite and fear,  
Two souls at odds, their kinship torn and sheer.