MIRROR

She and I are alike,
Both young and keen archaeologists.
She and I are oh! so different,
She a menace and me a pacifist.

We woke up to a cheerful summer morning,
And walked up the hill to cure our urge to wander.
There we saw Jack and Jill going up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.

We saw Jack mistreat Jill,
I waited and looked into the matter.
But when Jill let out disturbing shrill,
In Jack, all we saw was our barbaric father.

I was poised but she lost control
And what came after was slaughter.
'She wanted his scrambled brain' claimed the abused daughter.

Next morning with a clean slate, all I could say-
"Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after."
I looked into mirror at my bruises, she grinned at me.
I was her and she was me.