They coined the term family-tree
Where happiness flowed for decades in spree
He said this, and she heard that
When did sacrifices transform to tit for tat?
The ancient home saw all of it
Blood relatives turning to whatever they see fit
The moisture seeps through the walls too old
The sight probably made the tears difficult to hold
Selfless deeds going unnoticed
Seeing money matters, hearts exploded
Anger and remorse fill some hearts
Others’ wicked smiles pierce it like darts
Indifference of those, for whom
Lives were lived, to see it bloom
The proud smiles over lips which say
You won’t be acknowledged, come what may.