The Man Who Beats His Wife

Poem By Francis Duggan

He has lived in the southern suburb for the most of his life
One looked up to by many the man who beats his wife
She often wears dark glasses to hide the bruising around her eyes
More women abused by their partners and their husbands than one does realize.

With their two primary school-going daughters in church on sunday
To the God they believe in they sing hymns to and pray
In his public face his falseness to the World he does portray
It is part of their makeup that some people are this way.

That she puts up with his abuse and with him chooses to stay
And from the law and public signs of bruising hide away
Does sadly only tell us of her sense of low self esteem
In our public faces to others most of us not what we seem.

The man who beats his wife is one who is well known
And some proudly claim him as one of our own
His good public image his false sense of pride
Whilst his wife in dark glasses her bruises does hide.

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