He fell on his face

The soil he embraced

The blood from his nose

As red a rose

Reminded him of his life

His children and wife

Whom he left without a single sent

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 only change

If a man can think

Before he drinks