He fell on his face
The soil he embraced
The blood from on his nose
As red a rose
Reminded him of his life
His children and wife
Whom he left without a single cent
Knowing on him, they all depend

Women call him a hunk
And he feels like a man
Especially when he`s drunk
Yet, they call him a pillar
Neglecting his family for the taste of his beer
In his life the history
Of alcohol is no mystery
For lack of moral intelligence
He intoxicates himself
And calls it his inheritance

Not realizing the present hostility
Between him and his wife
Just the other day
He almost stabbed her with a knife
Demanding the food he never bought
Abusing his life
Disconnecting himself from God

She cries every single night
Her silky soft skin covered with bruises
Her life is a ship
In an ocean of alcohol she cruises

This world can change only

If a man can think
Before he drinks