Lacking respect and being heartless

SPain is paying for its ignorance
And it’s arrogance this week
4 spectators already dead
And this is not a freak
Accident for in two months another
4 have died
And umpteen auroch Bulls have perished too
I can’t abide

The murderous activity
And the bystanders who gloat
Tanked up on their sangria
Clearly not of note
They are a bunch of hoodlums
and deal the darkly too
Running with those precious Bulls
Is what they try not to do

Here we see a worn out bull
Clearly has lost much blood
He’s been run around and stuck with swords
Caught up in the flood
Of enmity and rancour
The crowds the clamour there
He is wavering he as weak as hell
In the last seconds of despair

And what is the crowd doing
Taking photo’s they
Have no respect for animals
And they don’t realise they pay
A high price here for the disrespect
They dole out on this Bull
Who Hathor the great goddess lifts
She begins to pull

Him out of this debacle
This ugliness and pain
With the rabble running
Their yellow streaks
That onlookers can gain
Their coarseness and their vulgarity
It’s plainly on their face
Tourists these are psychopaths
Of some fucking ugly race

The poor bull topped and dying
No silence now at all
He slumps down in the gutter
Hearing hathor’s call
Ready to be lifted clear
Of this hell on earth called Spain
Valencia is pretty close
With its own share of pain

How people have the gall to book
To places like this I
Can only imagine really
They are very very high
On sangria or drugs or something worse
Their heads on fire
If they can stand and laugh their heads
Off as if they do desire

This evil for that’s all it is
A sickness of the heart
The tastelessness it’s obscenity
From the start
That beautiful Bull has been murdered
Before the people’s eyes
And all they can do is shout and scream
And tell each other lies