Psychopaths pursue their killing ways
All the while receiving praise
For sheer contempt and disdainfulness
They give the Bull confounded stress
A loftiness apparently a supercilious
Symphony
They underrate the animals soul
By torturing and by control
Schools in Spain supported by
The underlings who underlie
The so called cultural way to be
To learn this murdering properly
To watch the cuadrilla take apart
A proud Bull with the an aching heart
Poked and stabbed and losing blood
Really part of its own flood
Its spirit does diminish fast
Its power in fact was of the past
The pain it feels nobody cares
Its frantic runs its final prayers
Weakened by the onslaught here
And overrun with abject fear
To teach young children that this is right
That this is where they find the light
In immorality and such shame
Say its all part of some game
That its not transgression
Its being a man
Its doing your duty
For your family clan
What else could they say
Swollen claims are to me
Trespass in many ways
A tyranny
Its pure desecration of
Another soul
Its meritless mayhem
In the name of control
Lets link arms together
With heartfelt desire
To protect all children
Thrown into the fire
Show respect to all living things
Lessen their strife
Ditch all this evil
Appreciate life
Schools teaching wrong doing
And improper thought
Supported by parents
How they can resort
To this form of madness
And ingratitude
Overtaken by savagery
Malignant and crude
And many in Spain now
Do agree with me
They hate the great cloud
Of dark infamy
Its vindictive and pitiless
Really all through
Laws should be in place
To prevent what they do
This is not culture
Its the bitter result
Of resentment and anger
It just does insult
Those who have far better things
So to do
Than accept malediction
As the light shining through