The victim

A bull is a noble creature
A thoroughbred hereditary soul
A chivalrous beast
Mighty and strong
High-souled kingly
And he does belong
To an order of greatness
He comes to the ring
Tortured and hurting
An Oppressed underling

Strutting with proudness
A swagger and strut
Humiliated
It’s open and shut
He has so much valour
And boldness beyond
A true resoluteness
And of course a bond

Impropriety cometh
The philistine tribes
With their hideous offensive
The odious scribes
Agitation and ferment
The bull is distraught
Tortured and angered
By the Spine chilling sport

Perplexed and suffering
Such purgatory
A bed of thorns
An ordeal certainly
Infliction and trauma
Wretchedness woe
Prostration and despair
With no where to go

Harrowed and bleeding
Angst-ridden and dying
Crushed and fatigued
In the sand lying
Injured and bloody
The matador steals
An ear holds it up
Blood and snot it reveals