A little girl of five, sat in the corner;
Eyes closed shut, palms pressed over her tired ears—
An attempt to flee from her nonsense, noisy world
For dad and mom were shouting again, and the latter, was in tears.
She had always wondered what they were fighting for,
Neither had any toys, toffees or teddies
Yet they seemed so angry, so disturbed by the other,
They shouted curses and abuses and did nothing other than this.

The little girl of ten, sat curled in the corner;
Silent sobs filling the heavy air around her,
She wasn't alone but, nevertheless, felt lonely
The shouts being exchanged between her parents didn't make things better.
She...