It is shameful, but true, when family members bicker over material belongs of the deceased family member and seem to care more about things as opposed to the person who passed away.

Mother died, you fake, you cried,
While she was here, you never shed a tear.
Now that she is gone,
You want to see what you own
Where were you when she needed you?
You broke her heart, you made her blue,
Your actions I cannot construe.
How dare you now act as if you care?
Whatever she left we get to share.
Your greed will not set you free,
It will, however, make me flee.
Around you I don’t want to be.
If you think I am kidding you will see,
Please, please don’t call me.
Her treasures you do crave
They do her no good in her grave,
If it is stuff you want take it all
I am not in the mood for a brawl.
You have caused a great divide,
You have lied and lied and lied,
Some believe you some don’t
I feel sorry for those who do,
You and I know what’s true.
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