A Poor Substitute For Manhood (Pakistan) Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

You were young and you had a future,
There's a happy life you had planned,
But now you've got gauze and sutures
Because some suitor felt unmanned.

If you don't give up all you have
To do what he says is your duty
And become his submissive slave,
Then he destroys your youthful beauty.

Cruelly using an acid,
A sick substitue for hormones,
He'll make you pay for what you did
By burning flesh and even bones.

An act typical of his kind,
That burns your face and leaves you blind...