the husband, the wife
the father, the mother
once there was love
now they’re just strangers
the child watches them
with anger and disgust,
for they’ve broken her trust
and turned love to dust
they were having a fight –
her first memory,
when they’re finally gone
is that all that she’ll see?
consumed by such hate
bitterness is their fate,
they say that they care
but they curse and they swear
there is no end in sight
no end to this strife
the father, the mother
the husband, the wife
©Brindology 2017
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