All scrubbed-up, masked and gloved
He loads the wheel-ed trolley
With shiny surgical steel
Just a nip and tuck, quoth he
I’ll do it in a jiffy

A simple operation
For manly men and boys
And in different ways and means
On women (mere toys?)
For cleanliness or subjugation?
None of your sissy susuration

He reaches twixt the male child’s legs
Stoops to check his sweet prepuce
With glov-ed hands and scissored shears
He plans his attack
I fear

I watch him as he
Swabs the foreskin clean
Strains to pull it back
Retract and chop-it-off
The sixth he’s done today

The baby’s face contorts
No primal scream can name
The pain he feels, the loss sustained
No Freudian explanation
To quell his stifled consternation

In years to come they’ll say
We’re glad we had it done
For reasons more cosmetic
Than obviously prosthetic
Its always been this way

His prowess too is proven
In withstanding STDs
Proud, he’ll stand and show it off
When he decides to pee
And when sexually performing
For all at large to see

What warped religious fantasy
Could do this to a child
To divide him from a part of self
To stop him being mild
To strip him off his nature
To intrude with knif-ed glove
For reasons that his skin is wild
All in the name of love?

A most frolicking, rollicking Happy New Year to You!

Love

Michael

Keep up the good work.

I hope, with your encouragement, to have the gumption to challenge this and to help change things.