Animals dont deserve the treatments we give them

Spain Portugal France Cuba Mexico Venezuala and Calfornia
Still pratice bull murder in the ring

Barcelona though has banned the sinful practice

The romans may have so engaged
And,the British too
But things have changed a good deal
We’ve moved on and away its true
That torture is an aspect
That is tangible and we
Must realise that to entertain
Using cruelty
Is a vile and fragile reason
Its vacant and its wrong
Its repellant and its odious
And it has been all along
To pay to see this torture
To witness an animals fear
Its shows a dreadful lack of concern
A barbarity thats clear

Animals have feelings
Creation made it so
To be so bloody spiteful
To actually make a show
Of torture of death of dying
The unforgiving stance
We watch a proud bull devastated
Not given a chance

All our worst intentions
Its malice all the way
Its sadism and brutality
To think that people pay
To watch victimization
Acts of inhumanity
Its churlish and its baleful
Its hard to think that we

Actually support this
With cultural acclaim
Tradition its inhuman
Its heartless its no game
It just proves our mentality
Is to persecute and try
To exact revenge on the innocent
And watch them as they die

We are evildoers, savage to the core
Screaming out for innocent blood
Molesters bred on gore
Without an ounce of pity
Our gentleness is where ?
These animals are long suffering
And we feed them more despair

We dress the vilest scoundrels
Up in satins they
Prance about like the hatchet men
They are and in every way
Abuse and stab and frighten
The victims we can see
Them bleed out kick and choke and snort
So much cruelty!

Six fights of twenty minutes
The blood red cape on show
Bulls ofcourse are colour blind
But the audience may not know
Its red to disguise the bloody state
To not give too much away
What a bunch of hooligans
We are in every way

All we want is our pound of flesh
Unmoved and dry-eyed
Callous and intolerant
As all the bulls have died
The death toll is relentless
No compassion shown
All put down to culture
You lot are on your own

And now I hear the meat trade
Is after putting its spin
On eating fighting bull beef
Its more ethical
A sin
A fighting bull is in paradise
Looked after in the field
It gets its hour of valour
And in heaven it can build

Its place as can the meat trade
Who can charge a premium rate
Get the chefs around to say
This bull meat it tastes great
That will move the market on
And this shabby kind of news
May actually help the bull fighting
So what is there to lose

As for commercial animals
The complicity is there
Poor food, lots of chemicals
And a life of true despair
Transported in a death truck
To the abattoir
Their throats slit a’sunder without stunning
Yes they are

So there is culpability
A wickedness that grows
Who will take the guilt burden
Secreted in my prose
The bullfighters the entourage
The audience or you
Yes you the burger eaters
Or prime beef roasts who do

Look away at killing
No contrition you
You won’t recant your actions
Obdurate but true
Conscienceless and unashamed
Unshriven unreconciled
Pitiless the error of your ways
Alas are piled

High an insatiable appetite
High living and the rest
Guzzling and gorging
Your stomachs now on test
All that fighting bull beef
An innocent that died
So your gastronomic pleasure
With each plate full
Is denied.