Not A Home

This is a household
Not a war zone
So stop shooting us all down
Your insults are thrown at me
Like bullets from a further enemy
Calling man down
As another throws me to the ground
You were suppose to act as a mother,
to me and my brother
But instead you act like an foe
Always filled with hate
I look in every direction
Always trying to find my next escape
Are father left us here
Without protection,
from all your weapons
But my brother and I get through the days
Surviving your cruel ways
We live in a war zone
Not a home