Bulls put to death

They are never a fight
They are torture and pain
A prig clad in silks
With an angry refrain
Chilli in its eyes
A rendered horn
Stabbing and jabbing
Til it’s muscles are torn
Cut off its tail
Blood spurts from its soul
It’s never a fight

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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