The poor Bull

Huddled in the corner
Bleeding out like mad
Suffering in agony
Watching this is so sad
Hunched up from the terror
And the brave ones we can see
Who thrust a knife into his brain
He is crying terribly
So thrust another and another
And another he
Is suffering and then rolls forward
Kicking earnestly
This culture
This is Spain
This is evil
And all in vain
The bull still kicking
Hopes that he
Can run away
And soon be free
Fighting this
His assassination
For him the bull
Its no salvation