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Circumcision


He opens his mouth to let out a scream,

But nothing comes out but gasps and whimpers.

His lips, now dry, hang wide open.

His head flies up and down violently, the only thing thats not strapped down.

Red marks cover his arms and legs as he struggles against the restrainst.

His pleading eyes look up at the nurse,

Hope to be herd lingers on each tear that falls.

A blood peircing scream is herd from his little lips as his skin is peeled back. 

The doctor speaks and assures the nurse that the child feels no pain.

But the child shakes his Head in dusgust as he slowly stops feeling pain.

His eyes start to close slowly as his lips open, in one last breath his lips silently spell out one last word from his lips.

"why?" 

 

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