The poor horse in the lonely bull ring

The cuadrilla
A band of five
Chastising all the way
Castigation is their sin
It’s how they plan each day

Torture it’s there key word
The innocent to pay
It’s the day of reckoning for the BULL
I hear them say
A handsome beast whose merciful self
Is recognised by all
Who comes into the ring to fight
Who hears the angels call

The picador upon the back
Of an innocent who be
Covered in leather leggings
And blindfolded tragically
The picador a lowly coward
Dressed in satins gold
Who abuses every which way
On cruelty is sold

Our reward would be for him
To be torn to pieces where
Pulled down off the horse he rides
And be thrown into despair
Instead we see the bull on fire
In utter agony
Knifed and stabbed and broken
And bleeding painfully

The bull has stabbed the horse as well
Now lying on its side
In the throes of death it knows
This was its last ride
Also in such agony
Bleeding out it be
Bull rings are for devils
For satanic rights we see

Enter then the matador
The prig or prudish grace
Clad in all his satins
With a real plug ugly face
A heartless soulless countenance
Who is breaking every rule
Stabbing the poor bull
And being extra cruel

The bull is bleeding violently
Coughing as it dies
The matador is thick as shit
With dead and lifeless eyes
No heart not an ounce of pity
A phantom ghoul he be
I pray the bulls horns catch his gut
So the world can then be free

Of this outlaw of the sawdust ring
The executioner who
Is given up the warrant
And he murders one or two
Proud and handsome warriors
Torturing them so
Along with the horses
All part of his show.

It’s becomes a ring of evil
Such true purgatory
A place of awful torment
Of the damned and where they be
SPAIN has slain so many
The abyss is their desire
Gehenna in the truest sense
And the infernal fire