Terrorist Brother

Terrorist Brother
By Cathrin Stuart

A bully is too kind a word to bestow
On a person who will stoop ever so low
To inflict pain and torment on an innocent
A person that is pure evil and malevolent.

Like a dung beetle he looks for crap
Always tending to for a slap
Then he hides behind big brother
To make those he torments suffer.

His younger sister could not escape
Beat and trapped her under stilted place
Bruised, bleeding, soiled she begged and pleaded
She must feel how in boarding school he was treated.

If anyone took him on for what he did wrong
Mommy and daddy would join the throng
Blaming everyone for his bad behaviour
Not accepting lack of discipline their failure.

Burning down classrooms or garages
Mommy covered and paid the charges
Stealing his parents blind or drunken threats
Excuses and pity they make with no regrets.

They protect their terrorist like he is something precious
Beat his wires, took their money, a parasite - heteroecious
Abandoned his daughter; to put herself through school
Yet you may not object to this person so cruel.
Backstory
When my brother Pieter was born, my mom said that he had fallen off the hospital bed and bumped his head. This it seems was the reason for never disciplining him, let him do what he wanted, drop out of school, steal them blind and yet when someone says something contrary to the mollycoddling, they say "It's Pieter, leave him".
Pieter though because he understood that mommy and daddy would always protect him, escalated his bad behaviour and the no good he got up to. In school he was considered disruptive by the teachers due to the pranks he was always playing but his pranks were mean, they were not good clean fun like most children would do. Right through primary school he would do things that angered other children, when they retaliated and hit him, there were long discussions with the parents about their children's behaviour, never Pieters.
Even my eldest brother when he and Pieter got into it, my mother would make a boxing ring, my eldest brother was only allowed to use his left foot against Pieter with his hands tied behind his back. Pieter was allowed to use anything he could against my eldest brother. Every incident was always resolved in favour of Pieter.
When Pieter went to boarding school, he continued, taunting, teasing and playing nasty pranks, which led to him being severely bullied. My eldest brother would have to go from his boarding school to Pieter's, to fight Pieter's battles. Pieter always relied on the fact that if the oldest brother did not fight his battles, the oldest brother would be beaten by daddy.
I was grade 7, one weekend, picking mulberries that happened to be at the garage door, Pieter was busy taking some mechanical thing apart, when suddenly he took the 30m extension, folded it double and started beating me with it. With no where to run, I climbed under the rondavel that was on stilts, there he kept me trapped the whole day until my parents got home from bowls in another town. My parents actually gave him a pat on the back, while I was accused of doing something to upset him. The blue welts all over my legs and back spoke a different tale of what happened but they ignored this. When I asked Pieter why he did that, he said "so that you can feel what it feels like to be bullied".
As an adult Pieter could not seem to keep his relationships together either or control himself, given to heavy drinking, violence and aggression, he would take his wives savings and use it for himself. His one wife he dragged around the kitchen floor by her hair and when she left him, she labelled a whore. The next wife, he would arrive at her work place, shouting insults, accusing her of being a whore, the wife after that could not leave him fast enough and return to her ex. In every of these relationships, he chose a male friend over his wives.
Even his daughter did not go unscathed, he moved down to the coast leaving his daughter to fend for herself, she worked at a pharmacy after school, lived with some shady people. These people in lieu of rent, she had to clean their house, her mother remarried a man who wanted nothing to do with children, so this child was left to fend for herself. Today he does not acknowledge her or his grandchildren, instead he plays father and grandfather to another child and her children, this child is a drug addict and liar. Suppose birds of a feather flock together.
He is a person who has never been taught to be responsible and accountable for the things he says and does, and so he perpetuates the behaviour and thinks that he is entitled to treat anyone and everyone as he wants. He is a man of weak character in my eyes.