Bull shit fighting

How does Spain carry on with fighting
bulls and running Bulls
The matadors
Crowds of sangria gulping fools
Pay to see the murdering
One after the other such applause
Healthy vibrant animals
All cut down to size
Stabbed and taunted
The undaunted
Right between the eyes
Frighteningly obvious
Vile and frantic fights
Stripped of all their decency
None of them have rights
Blood lust it is everywhere
The Spaniards their delight
In torturing and harming
The Bulls they need to fight
Cutting off their bodily parts
Watching them cough up blood
Children eating ice cream in the audience
A flood
of tears a mass of mania
Spain is pain is vile
Every single matador
Ought to be on trial.