I vow to you, dear sonny, they're not a cut above—
Don't believe that circumcision is the thing you need for love
A penis whole and perfect, that the thing that stands the test,
What's cut off with circing is sensitive and best;
So rejoice that you have all of it. The others paid the price,
Of believing they're protected by an ancient sacrifice.
And Son, in other countries the boys from long ago—
Are protected from this foolishness and people clearly know
That foreskins are no burden, but a pleasure to a man,
And most comfortable for women from since the world began
They believe in leaving little boys with genitals complete
So their babes are reared with gentleness, their boys are left in peace.
| AI vow to thee, my
country—all earthly things above—
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago—
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace. |
