Dear Bull

Spain his is no pageant
No culture no tradition
Seeing the Bull pierced
Through and through
Feathery daggers
What to do
Pierce the lungs
And into the soul
And take away all your
control

The searing heat
And the massive ring
The trumpets blast
Its all does bring
A crushing sound
To the whole surround
And the bull falls forward
Upon the ground
coughing up blood
For all he’s worth
Its trampled over
The bloody earth

The agony those who still
Can feel
Who know in their hearts its all
For real
The majority
With scant regard
Watch the courage
Leave the bull so scarred
So broken by the swords of steel
Thrust by the matador
To reveal

A handsome young soul
AlMost free
From the frantic clutches
Of the men who be
Employed to murder
A valiant Bull
Who drowns in his own blood
Seen by all

BULL murder its never a fight
Right from the first
They switched off the light
They stabbed him once
They stabbed him twice
Deep in his spine
And such a price
Too much to pay
Far far too much
Irreverently so out of touch

Blood pumps away
Spurts everywhere
This poor dear BULL
Has his despair
His agony and such purity
Such immaculate form
And sanctimony