Straying Juvenile

.Part 1. Spoken. My younger sibling, I brought you painfully up, you brought me "pain" fully I myself struggled through constant hard times, your constant struggling with yourself, hard timed me I cleared a pathway through life for you, you clearly thought the pathways were lined with gold Today I had to repair, Mums front door, the door you caused to be kicked down yesterday I love you and will defend you, even when you are wrong, which as you know, you never are You lost your parents some way back and now it seems you somehow lost your way .Part 2. Poem I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid You cannot mess with men like this, they follow no set rules Wealth becomes a god to them, they do not suffer fools I pulled you from a hole today, I pulled you from a hole The talk was death to stinking thieves, I saved your very soul You lost your mum and dad so young, is that why you rebel but life is not a one way street, I lost them both as well You brought me lots of grief tonight, you brought me lots of grief I brought you up as many things but one was not a thief I handed back, the things you took, I gave them all right back The men who stood at mums front door had shot guns in a sack The offer that they offered me, was one, to not refuse Return the goods the "bastard took" or read it in the news If mum and dad were still alive, for this you would pay dear If mum and dad were still alive, do I make myself clear I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid