Malagueta Bull murder

In their pink
Their red
Their silver suits
They look upon a dying bull
Virginia Ruiz an activist
And an angel clearly felt the pull
A proud soul stabbed and tortured
Lay reeling on the ground
The Spanish crowd was jeering
The bulls plea’s being drowned
Out by all the mayhem
His blood loss isn’t seen
The fight of course was all one way
Its bloody well obscene

Such vile egregious agony
Their excuses all are shit
The matadors don’t matter
They are psychopaths thats it
Don’t talk to me of culture
Or of tradition they
Have nothing to do with this murdering
Scene
It can never be a way

Of entertaining people
They strut like peacocks clad
In silky fucking satins
Do they think we are mad
Paying to see them torture
A healthy upright soul
Who is butchered by these bastards
Until he loses all control

Its a chance to drink the sangria
A piss up in the sun
No empathy no compassion
Not when the day is done
Its an ugly graceless spectacle
An odious affair
That attracts the brutal low life
The grisly uncouth there

And this bull was all but finished
In his eyes were myriad tears
His heart he was forced to open
A bull of not many years
Appealing to the people
And one young lady felt
His passion and his painfulness
And so beside him knelt

Loved him with her body
Caressed him with her soul
Warmed him with affection
But then of course some troll
Tried to pull her off of him
Wanted after all
To stab the poor bull and finish him off
Despite his doleful call

The crowd swore at the angel
You rotten hopeless whore
Go back to your kitchen
What are you here for
Such inauspicious ranting
Such ominous desire
That bull was proud to die today
To perish in his fire

Again these Spanish infidels
Confirm their heartless state
Spain is really going down the tubes
At a fair old rate
Inconsiderate and flippant
Their impetuosity
They are always spoiling for a fight
Such amorality

That bull took in the softness
That The rainbow bridge desires
An unbendingly lie broken
Listens to the liars
Screaming their blue murder
At how the bulls do fare
An effrontery to real respect
And that she dared share their air

Full marks to her for trying
She took the wrath from those
Ill advised dark spirits
All devoid of prose
Parasitical hangers on
Mean spirited they be
Mannerless and boorish
And agonizingly
Unlovable

And as for spanish culture
Well it just does stink
Well done lass you showed them up
Thats what, most of us think