Featherweight Hate

Blamed your defeat
 On your so called disease
 I was certain you'd die
 Staring drunkenly into my eyes
 And your worth was obscured
 No one valued your word
 Your last ride in my car
 Caused you a dime behind bars
 Leaving a wife and child
 To fend for themselves
 Carrying secrets you knew
 They'd be too scared to tell
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 Blamed your arrest
 On your poor taste in friends
 But it wasn't their fault
 You let desperation break your heart
 And I know it was wrong
 To never visit or call
 As our mother would say
 I had my own debts to pay
 On the eve of your release I began trembling
 As thoughts raced through my mind
 I'd heard talk of how you'd changed inside
 So I showered and then loaded my shotgun
 And sat facing the door
 To welcome my brother back home