The Lusitania

Funny strange,

Sometimes equal,

Both true,

Both wrong,

In two twelve my half sister had worked for two years destroying the truth and my family,

That accomplish she set out to destroy separate those that held my confidence,

She failed,

Those I trusted and loved goodness withstood her,

So I find the one I thought a stoick,

Steadfast comrade just needed a false pebble slung from someone I had done nothing for or said more then hi to in over nine months,

What folly trust is;

How foolish trust is,

I here and now totally remove it except with my cats from my life,

No one can tarnish it,

Place their stain of mistrust upon what is mine,

I win,

My attacker us roadkill,

Not an animal a non living enity,

Is it any wonder wars are fought,

Ships are sunk,

Hearts are broke,