not a bull in a china shop just a street in India

It takes a Bull on a street to wake

some city dwellers up

they go about their business

unaware of the  cup

that has now runneth over

for few apparently

move themselves to consider

when fresh meat they  may see

and pelts and skins of leather

on sale apparently

no one seems to appreciate

and be moved actually

the candour its excepted

they just carry on

it happens almost everyday

now out there upon

and its not until an animal

notices the sight

of may be, his  relative

reduced to meat  and  his fight

to keep from feeling terrible

when he smells the skin as well

he knows this place he lives in

can be no worse than hell

and the people all around him

are zombies in a way

they have lost the power of humility

and empathy and  they

only stop to watch him

as they hear his refrain

cry his heart for his friends

who have kind of  broke the chain

how he mourns his guts are sad

and hearing him a few feel bad

others zombies without cause

they just do not even pause

lost in fear

drenched in guilt

mortgaged probably do the hilt

animals killed and skinned and sold

its now about how much gold

you can accrue for what you sell

and meat and leather do sell well