A Drunken Coward

What is the number of heads of families that have been nasty drunk in their homes, How many drunken rages hang like blisters on chapped lips when cowards abuse wives, The number of bruises made by a drunken fist on the hidden parts of a battered wife, And how many handful's of hair have been pulled from a wives head by a male coward. What levels of tears have been shed and collected as a prize for the cowardly bully, Did the money for food, clothes and rents get spent in taverns and malls for drink, Many hearts have been broken by the kind man they married and turned into a monster, Do battered partners forgive these human vices, the shame, lies and the harsh misery. If one of these cowards saw the moral ruins left would he change or just say he would, Would he change his behavior if his footprints that have caused hatred could be seen, Can he see fear in the eyes of his wife and children as he staggers through the door, He must enjoy his power his perceived self image he is a hard man beating the helpless. Victims have had their most beautiful time of life plucked like roses from sad cheeks, Lovely faces look down to the floor because if he catches their eyes they will get beat, Living in a world full of fear never knowing what will happen as they wait for his return, As he walks up the path he grins he is happy and knows he will find a reason to attack.