Maharashtra and its inhumane bull racing

It be n a sin to gamble
For by so doing we
Use cruelty to animals
That many do not see
For bulls to race
Manned carts around
It isnt what they do
Where its very hot and dusty
Its unreal that is my view

Bombay’s High Court had ruled
That it was wrong and should be banned
But the people with this gambling habit
Failed to understand
They are weak willed idiotics
Lacking substance of their own
Unimportant locals
Who just know how to moan

Most are seldom travelled
Are mean spirited and they
No nothing of true harmony
And how life ought to play
They are unrestrained and ungovernable
Many more don’t care
And so get involved with this gambling
The spoils they want to share

The bulls are very sensitive
Their mouths and noses are
Pulled about and beaten
They very easily scar
Made to run these races
In the glaring heat
With no water to drink
Nor anything to eat

Beaten at the starting line
You hear the great bulls cry
Irritants put in their mouths
Already very dry
Many collapse and want to rest
But are forced up to run
Pull a cart with all their heart
That together weighs a ton

They use these spiked devices
To encourage them to try
Yes ofcourse its torture
Great tears run from each eye
There clearly is no intellect
Among those men around
Unreasoning and brainless
Thats what i have found

The poor bulls clearly
Dont want to run
As on the ground they lay
They are kicked and hit with batons
Its the order of the day
Nobody there has logic
There judgement is shot away
They need a good kick up the arse
To make them see a way

Out of this vile torture
Out of this sick display
That they are truly guilty of
On any given day
They are obsessed with gambling
Blind faith is the call
And the poor bulls are the victims
Who should not be there at all.