Stolen from me,

by that nasty ruffian,

her meaningless trinkets,

lined up mocking us,

all your possessions your guns, and your

tools,

sold to people who didn’t know the worth.

Her cantankerous attitude,

hacking away at my lineage.

The domineering woman,

carved her adopted children

first in your stone.

Placing even her dog over

your true children, now an afterthought

still forgotten covered by grass,

as if erasing their existence.

In that heart her place still sits,

taking our gifts as if she is receiving them.

When the menace is finally rid,

I will erase her from your memorium,

Like she failed to do to us.