Husband’s Life Also Matters


In silent strength, he walks alone,
A pillar of love, yet carved from stone.
His battles fought, his burdens deep,
Yet seldom heard when he does weep.

He toils each day, both night and morn,
To build a home where love is sworn.
Yet laws and rules, so blind, so cold,
Oft leave his truth unheard, untold.

A single word, a twisted claim,
And suddenly, he bears the blame.
Harasser, abuser—labels strong,
Yet no one asks what went so wrong.

They say he hurt the ones he swore
To love and cherish evermore.
Yet his own cries, they go unheard,
Drowned beneath the weight of words.

His child he raised with love so true,
Yet now the courts say, "He fears you."
No proof they need, no case to fight,
His love erased in legal might.

Stripped of pride, of home, of name,
Punished first—without the game.
No chance to speak, no space to stand,
Just written off with one demand.

A husband’s pain, a father’s plea,
Buried deep where none can see.
But does his suffering not hold weight?
Or is he doomed to bend to fate?

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