The war leftovers

You hurt your wife
Now your child
Since the war
You have been awfully tired;
Of your family and its faults

Now your leaving your wife slowly
And who will be left to blame?

That bruise on her back...
Was no accident
You hit that little girl,
What did she do to you?
She is your child and you left a hand print
Bright red....then a bruise
She told her grandmother....I am scared of daddy
A child so young, never knew you had it in you

Now the newborn son...is confused in his baby world
The world that was suppose to be safe...is falling apart
With a slap here and a secret call from your wife,
Telling your mother he is at it again...and all she can say is a divorce is necessary
As for she loves her husband
Can she stand the pain for her children?

Does god know what he is doing?
Leaving pain in a family...
In two young children..scared for there lives;
Of there father,
The man that was meant to protect them...
Is the one hurting them
Who is suppose to stop him?