There's only a hole left,
What was once there was cut off;
The hallow opening is what men see;
The canal is the fertile beginning.
The little girls lie down
Crying because the pain is detrimental,
Unaware that the men will scope them;
Now that the hole is easily accessible.
The flap is removed
Because women should have integrity,
While the men run loosely —
A boy's latitude will map out the opening.
No one worries when men enter,
Because even when the outside is gone,
Men will dig —
And pin down the green stem.
The thin sticks are shoved inside,
A woman's sacred cherry is obsolete,
But the branches entrance bruises the scars,
As the cherry bleeds
The fresh blood trails her ending;
While the cherry oozes the metallic filling.
The hole is sealed as the cherry leaks,
But the little girl no longer sleeps,
As the blood leads the men to her fatal ending.