The Iberian Thrill

What happened in the ancient world
Its only right to say
Despite all the technology
Countries have today
Recycling the colluseums
One time places where
Public executions
And gladiators share
A spot to kill and slaughter
Each other it felt right
To modify the outcome
And instead have the bull fight

Even lions dont fight
Just for the sake of fighting
They
attack when they are hungry
But the Iberian Bull his sway
Is ofcourse to fight with honour
Thats the reading that we give
He stands his ground
And fights his corner
Hopeful he may live

And so the Spanish took this on
They could still abuse
Animals in bull rings
And clearly some refuse
To move on into the this world
Adopting this syndrome
From 80 – 404 ce
With bloodlust they felt at home

We give that ideology
As a reason to control
We breed the bulls and feed the bulls
So they take up their role
They do not think of honour
Thats the arrogance of man
The test of will and stature
The ego of the fan

In Southern France
It happens too
In Gascony we hear
Matadors and raseteurs
And culture mixed with fear
The corridas where bulls are killed
The course camarguaise where
The bulls are never killed
Not in the ring not the despair

We see in what is conventional
In Spain and ofcourse elsewhere
In Portugal and in Mexico
All spanish speaking where
The bulls are thoroughly tortured
Made ready for to be
Slaughtered in the arena
Egregiously

Choking on their frothing blood
Speared and in great pain
The malevolence of humanity
As it all runs down the drain
The obnoxiousness and nastiness
There is no honour here
Its rotten and unworthy
Based on terror and on fear

Unsoundness and maltreatment
It goes on behind closed doors
Wearing down the brutes reserves
To the baying crowds applause
Execrable and spiteful
They take the bull apart
Spearing and tormenting
Till the sword reaches its heart

Its villainous and accursed
Its drawing down the time
When ancient worlds were coming forth
When possibly the rhyme
And reason were apparent
The nauseous disgust
When nobles showing off their skills
Decided they were just

Basic instinct blood lust
Slaughter man to man
Public executions
Perhaps some are a fan
But in this day and age
We have other games we play
Abusing innocent animals
Who we put in the way

To me its so regressive
Its badness through and through
We have advanced much further
So really still to do
The evil ugly oppressive monstrous
Actions of the past
And call that entertainment
It does leave me aghast

Really its a debasement
Into degeneracy
Prostituting ego
And thus depravity
Appears as a white angel
Something we enjoy
Watching innocence murdered
Which kind of leaves us coy

Strutting in our various silks
Proud as peacocks we
Stab and poke and torture
A majestic bull who be
Already primed and ready
Tortured to the hilt
Suffering and hurting
From the blood already spilt

Wounded he in trauma
Lesions everywhere
Really feels the worse for wear
Wrapped up in his own despair
The audience warped and twisted
Deteriorating too
Backsliding into evil
Corrupted by the view

That France at least
Use ribbons and bulls they never die
I suppose give cause for thankfulness
But still ofcourse then why
Deliberate and torture
A proud soul in his prime
Surely its audacious and still a nasty crime
Left over from Roman circus
From gladatorial fights
But to this day to culture
What of an animals rights?

There is no leg to stand on
We have moved on long ago
We do not want this vile abuse
Its continuance the show
Must go on its past its sell by date
Its a scourge’ and an affliction we
Should stop this imposition
Of it we should break free

The animals are vulnerable
Undefended and alone
Helpless and unguarded
Shaking to the bone
They feel the intimidation
The warning all around
The baying crowd of weirdo’s
And their awesome sound

Its the misuse of a miracle
Creation put before
It is abuse its cruelty
Conducting a war
Upon an innocent victim
Who has no need to be
Fighting there
Or dying there
Its truly infamy

On the face of it its dangerous
And matadaors can be
Hurt and killed we know that
But its still a travesty
It really is a shambles
It is wholly unfair
The bull has been so tortured
And is so aware

Hindered by impediment
Sabotaged infact
Burdened by the torture
Wondering to react
Hampered by existing pain
Entangled in it all
And up against disharmony
And hatred as a rule

My plea to would be judges
This so called cultural sphere
Is insulting and it challenges
Decency its clear
We have all moved on to better things
And dredging up the past
Its attrition and belligerence
And There the die be cast

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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