Yet again Spain there appears little hope for you in the compassion stakes

Its utter tasteless
unrefined and so coarse
a poor slavish Bull
attacked off a horse
by cowards with long lances
who poke and who stick
and with men with more lances
who stab and who pick
these are not brave hombres
to me they are louts
running around
and there are no doubts
its face soaked in blood
of the weakening kind
the poor painful soul
is more or less blind

sitting down resting
not resting at all
thats when the hprses
and cowards come and call
stab at the Bull
stab him again
we have to imagine the level
of pain
its ages since they started
poking away
blood loss and agony
what can one say
but Spain your blood sports
are of the worst kind
and you Spaniards participation
the mind
boggles in fact at the cruelty here
the spectacle truly
is one of great fear
such woe in the eyes of that
proudest of soul
who is beaten and tortured
they just take control

of what is a fast dying animal who
is basically murdered in front of you
in front of the families every one sees
the pain and the blood ,as it falls on its knees
as it bellows its claim to the next world
one feels
more blood pours forth
no one conceals the joy on their faces
the slovenly sods
who I hope will one day
pray to their gods
who will deny them a place
anywhere calm
and transport them to Hell
where the Bulls run the farm