A busted leg stabbed many times

NO compassion
Nothing the a sordid arrogant fool
Prancing in gold satin
The BULL answers his call
All can see it’s leg is broken
Swords hanging from its back
In a cloud of agony
And receiving lots of flack

For a psychopathic audience
Who have eyes but cannot see
Who have hearts
All beating clearly
But it not the way to be
So insensitive to another
Facing brutality
Each sequence that we witness
A slice of depravity

Coming from the matador
Afflicted in a way
Of being without consciousness
And making the soul pay
Running around in circles
With a busted leg which must
Be absolutely terrible
For me it does disgust

The chaos and destruction
Of a shin so badly torn
And it’s weight Thrusts down upon itself
What is a valiant Dawn
AwAkening it’s spirit
To fight on even so
It slips and falls it’s three legs
Suffering each blow

It’s loss of blood so weakening
It had eyes to see
The prancing prick in satin
With such absurdity
Buffoonery and clowning
There is nothing serious here
Exaggerating an actual fight
From one incensed with fear

The indifference is tantamount
The most evil of game
Clearly we feel all its strife
With its busted leg it does claim
Some regard a little at least
But not today
This matador cares nothing
And makes the poor BULL pay

Tortured in the hot sun
Bleeding everywhere
Really close to falling
Struck down with despair
And still the crowd is jeering
Imagine how that feels
The BULL FIGHT is an expression
That dishonestly conceals

The hatred of a people
A sickness in their soul
Ugly low life citizens
Who display their role
Yellow streaks are everywhere
Just watching this for me
Sickens what the dickens are they doing
Actually ?