Intact\Untouched

From the moment i was born, until the day that i die,
I'll never know what it's like to be an untouched guy.

I was cut at and hacked, and told there was something wrong.
And all the while some "doctor", was just whistling songs.

I was strapped onto a table, i couldn't move, i couldn't see.
Why didn't Mummy come and rescue me?

I screamed and i wailed, it bloody hurt, and i felt cold.
Where's Mummy, where's Mummy, for God sakes i'm only 4 days old.

I feel pain, i feel hurt, what is happening to me.
Where's Mummy, where's Mummy, she's busy getting coffee.

Why won't you help me Mum, what have i done?
Well according to our culture, we must punish you son.

For boys have a penis which is defective, don't you know.
So we must cut it in half and expose it all to show.

I now suffer a loss, of sexual fulfillment and pleasure.
I suffer daily in a struggle Mum, that you have no possible way to measure.

Are you happy there Mum, i really hope you are.
Because i have a lifetime to remember, when i look down at that scar.