'How could he be evil"

They said he was a decent man,
With his winning smiles,
And his caring attitude,
They said he couldn’t possibly be bad.

They looked the other way at his bruised wife,
They looked the other way at his limping daughter,
How could he be as evil as all that?
He was the man of the year.

They cried with him at his daughter’s funeral,
The brought him hot food and comfort,
They laughed at his crazed wife,
And bought her scorn and pity.

How could he be an evil man,
With his winning smile,
And his caring attitude,
How could he be anything but what he appeared?

They finally frowned upon him when it was too late,
His wife ended up in the grave beside her daughter,
And his winning smile was in place,
When he bought home a whole new family.
His caring attitude had not slumped,
When his wife was bruised, and his son started limping.
How could this man, be the monster they said he was?