Just Plain Hate

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.