Bottom Of A Bottle

Sparkling water,
Reflecting the beautiful moon,
Brings out the cruel doings of the day
A child weeps for her mother
While the man of the house bruises his wife...
Chilling screams
No one hears,
There's no aid to come...
Each night the terror walks in
An empty bottle tucked under...
Not a cent spared...
Three children and a wife to hold...
Promises broken...
Household belongings too
Wont any one help them?
Shez not moving cant you see?
The unfairness of man
How could he be my father??
Stinking of that firewater
He looks through the mouth of the bottle
And sees one drop left
wake up ammi, wake up...
He is looking at me....