A dead Bull a very tragic sight for very sore eyes (mine)

This poem is dedicated to PETA and to the work of Broken Paws the community in South Africa
I urge you all to visit the South African Face book pages and support them they do great work

A Bull lies dead
its lifeless body
tortured by the culture
entertainment,and evidence of just
how much it bled
this a bold and healthy Bull
part of life’s creation
murdered in the ring of death
what of its salvation
cultural that lame excuse
murder isn’t it too
No its labelled as a culture
whatever people do

hiding in the darkness
with swords and pikes and knives
and stabbing bulls who’ve
lost blood
is larceny with lives

its a bloody massacre
that’s all it is
no fight
the Bull gives up the
battle royal
and just drops dead al’right
and what a waste of life
the knife
was terrible
to pay a Matador for this
is gross
Spain is spelt correctly
S followed by Pain
someone else’s agony
again and again and again