The minority of cowards

The San Juan Festival attracts into the town
A lot more cowards and psychopaths
For what is going down
Is Bulls sent to their deaths by torture
Egregiously
Tormented till they lose their minds
And run just to break free

From human domination
From cruelty and pain
Stoked up on the agony
They run around in vain
They use to be then darted
By various idiots who
Slunk around and fired their darts
The pain that did ensue

Must have been so terrible
One after another hit home
And this is called a festival
Where tourists come to roam
To see the national parks
Monfrague and the Tagus too
Who purport to respect wild animals
And then murder one or two

A gentle place attracting
Poets it would seem
Who are generally not blood thirsty
Who no doubt would redeem
Some quality some redress
For the agony we see
In Coria the blow pipe set
Who really use to be

Up there on the terraces
A lot of wind and piss
Cowards with no heart to speak of
Feeling extra bliss
From helping to torture
Spanish bulls whose courage
Is tested by
The continued torture
And cruelty of the average
Spanish guy

Theres an absence of compassion
Its non existent there
A growing number must see this
A growing number share
The ugliness it brings on Spain
And Mayor you should make a stand
Jose Manuel Garcia
Will you raise you hand

And stop this heinous terror
In the streets that we
Can witness on the internet
It is terribly
Wrong in our opinion
And you should change your tune
Its sickening behaviour
And it needs to be stopped soon

If you honestly imagine
This is festival and fun
Torture and depravity
Underneath the sun
You need to have your arse kicked
You need to see the light
You need to feel the pain of it
It bloody well isn’t right