Becerrrades Novilladas in Algemesi cruelty

Towns that show so little respect
For brave young bulls
Beaten in The bull ring
For us empathy pulls
Our hearts and minds
The courage be spirit they possess
Murdered by a team of fiends
Creating all its stress
Its endurance was colossal
It did not want to die
Why make it a victim
Its hopelessness was high
Soonest on their agenda
To basically heighten fear
To be so vulgar about it
The ugliness was here

And remember thus was a handsome soul
Powerful and strong and well
Tortured before it was led into the ring
From the cuadrilla from hell
It was mortally injured and dragged
Out of their way
And dumped behind the boards
In fact to pass away

And there we see the hopelessness
The derisive agony
The bull is slowly dying
Bleeding internally
Suffering such sickness
As death’s sickle comes to share
The banter of sheer terror
And then we witness there

A dozen or so youngsters
Future parents let us say
Standing on that dying bull
As it fights to stay
Alive for just a little while
Remembering its place
In this vile country known as SPAiN
We look on and must brace

Ourselves for what we are witnessing
Is a larceny of the heart
A loathing and pure malice
When did it all start
With the parents
With their disrespect
And to imagine they
Will soon be bringing children
Up
And then more souls will pay

There is an in bred malevolence
The worst intentions here
They talk of their tradition
And their culture but I just fear
Their spitefulness their blood thirstiness
Its an outrage even so
They have a malignant jealousy
For the earthlings as we know

Vindictive really hurtful
A virulent display
Hard hearted and just ruthless
In the hot time of the day
I feeling of persecution
It rankles at my knees
The evil eyes are everywhere
Their severity may tease

Its remorseless bad behaviour
Of a horrid kind
An ingratitude to one and all
And purposefully blind
Hathor feels the honour
Needs to crush these vagabonds
A blood for blood vendetta
Something to leave behind

Not really knowing right from wrong
Proves to me that they
Have parents who should be horse whipped
And made to kneel and pay
Respects to all the animals the BULLS of course
Who should
Be led away and given board
If only humans could

I watched that bull
I felt his pain
We all could
What goes on in his brain
His worry and his caring
For his family who will see
The chopper fall down on their throats
And that alas will be

The final hour of shared breath
After that the fight
Will be to get enough good air
To see him through the night
Add insult through to injury
And watch the staff man drop
Watch him just keel over
And bloody well stop

That Bull passed with emotion
And got no devotion from anywhere
These children were just monsters
How were they allowed to share
The poor souls dying interlude
The agony the pain
The rupture and the spears and knives
Delivered by the insane