There doesn't go a single day
When they did not quarrel
Trying to stop them, mother say
Animals are better, they have moral

The sister playing with a doll
Brothers are always wicked
Grab the doll & race through the hall
Ran into the room & over the bed

She chased him round the kitchen
But  the doll could not be retreated
Caught him finally in the garden
Seized the doll & fled

But in your awful times
It's them you turn upon
From parents, hide away your crimes
And guide you in right & wrong

Not a single day have passed
When they did not fight
But if you would have asked
Cared for every wrong & right...

© by Ruman Hafsa
2016