EL Sinaloense the pure blood BULL of the Yucatan

A corrida is a fiesta a family day out where
Bulls are lassoo’d and ridden and everyone can share
Cymbals drums and music food served all around
In temporary wooden buildings in a ring upon the ground
A hot sun drives you crazy and Bulls and horses too
Amateur riders participate it’s all low key and true
But one bull a pure blood bull EL SINALOENCIA came upon the scene
This was no ordinary bull he was strong and lean

Such a bull would have generally been sent to a large ring
Where a Matador would have killed him but in this case they did bring
Him into the amateur circuit and soon they realised
This bull was ferocious, which no one had surmised
Some called him demonic and deranged in how he fought
An assassin with enormous power and his reputation caught
The mind set of so many, who came to see him fight
He was famous for charging horses and putting out their light

Well they doubled the price of admission
And people came along
Expecting to see the blood and guts
Which nobody thought was wrong
They had changed up the procedure
From the amateur to the real
And all done for cash prizes
Trying to bring to heel

This bull this dangerous animal
Who would charge the horses and gore
Their hind quarters eviscerated aggressively
And more
Go for any riders and really overpower
No one could stand up to him
As over them he did tower

Though the Bulls were more aggressive
Which made the danger high
Balloons and doves and culture
Were done away with its no lie
This new found highly risky riding
Raised the anti and
At his second appearance
no one could understand

He rushed the line of horses
And gored 4 just like that
All done in 30 seconds
You couldn’t really bat
An eyelid and it was over
2 horses once again
Dying in the ring that day
In what was aŵful pain

He really had a penchant
For murdering this bull
Went in with his massive head
He was going to pull
Their self respect away from them
And really slice them through
Tear their innards out of them
And most were clueless too

The terror and the agony
These horses took on there
Just two fights and six were dead
That was just despair
Over the course of the season
100 horses died
TheIr undersides slit open
And Their life force denied

People paid a double fee
To see him in a fight
That how sick some sicko’s are
Thinking they are right
All the blood and thunder
Sinews out and gore
Subjecting horses to all of this
And a whole lot more

Feelings became frazzled
The bull’s killing spree
Over just one season 100 horses
Be
Lost, gored and injured badly
Blood lust every where
And the audience just watched it all
Adding to the despair

Then Some of the Cowboys
Decided what they would do
Is put an end to this horror
And Between them run him through
Actually they strangled him
All of them on the ground
Put an end to his incarnation
As in his own blood he drowned

Regretting they ever let a bull
Of this nature fight so small
Towns spread every which way
Answering the call
This bull was way above the level
And should have been fought he
It would have saved all the horses
And the mortal injury

We have to think of all of them
Their pain was so immense
Gored to death in seconds
Of course it made no sense
It was utter cruelty
And the Cuadrilla could see
How bloody useless they were
For they lost out tragically

In essence they lacked judgement
A ghastly nightmare that
Went on growing every meet
Disfigurement was at
An all time high the horses
And riders Took the brunt
They suffered how they suffered
Really at every shunt

The bull though remains in the psyche
Though of course it’s dead
With all its dark aggression
And its powerful head
Those horns so sharp like rapiers
Whipped into the kill
EL SInaluenca rose to stardom
From the blood that he did spill

These were simple families
That came On their day out
Prepared to immerse their children
In what turned out to be a rout
Horses split a’sunder
eviscerated there
Blood And guts strewn around the ring
For everyone to share

For me I just can’t understand
The loathsome darkness they
Carry in their psyche
And that they are prepared to pay
To see such awful carnage
Played out before their eyes
All in the name of culture
And the tradition of the wise