I simply have no sympathy
\nfor murdering matadors
\nwho come in at the end game
\nand take all the applause
\nthe so called dashing prince like figure
\nclad in satins, he
\ncomes face to face with wounded a Bull
\nwho really wants to be<\/p>\n
out of there
\nthe spectacle
\nwas too much for the Bull
\nhe’s lost an awful lot of blood
\nand he’s had a bellyful
\nof god knows who
\nwith lances and swords
\nand dirks and he
\nfeels more like a pin cushion
\nthan the handsome soul born free<\/p>\n
after yet more swords are thrust
\nand the blood begins to be
\nswimming now inside his throat
\nhis lungs were breached and we see
\nthem filling up internally
\nhe’s taking on such stress
\nand eyeing up the prince of thieves
\nwhose trying to impress<\/p>\n
he slices off the bulls ear
\nimagine the pain caused
\nhe holds it up the crowds go mad
\ntime stops its seems he paused
\ntoo long, just a few seconds
\nand slipped and the Bull was in
\na horn went through his throat
\nup through his mouth via his chin
\nnow whose losing blood
\nnow whose feeling pain
\nnow who begins to realise
\nblood loss drives you insane
\nthe dying bull has got his own back
\nand the matador
\nat the very least is badly hurt
\nwith a very damaged jaw<\/p>\n
again I have no sympathy
\nthe bull is killed outright
\na sword thrust and he’s finished
\nhe will never see the light
\nof day again
\nso brutalised by spectacle
\nwhich Spain regards as great
\nbut of course its pure insanity
\ntradition seals his fate<\/p>\n
his birthright was established
\ninstinctively he knew
\nthe bull ring was his theatre
\nthat was what a Bullmust do
\nthe pageant and the roaring crowds
\nthose horses decked in gold
\nthe picadore’s and toreador’s
\nclearly they were sold<\/p>\n
on wearing down his patience
\nof softening up his power
\nof frustrating him
\nand riling him
\nand making him feel dour
\nthen injuring him
\ntormenting him
\ncreating in him woe
\nand with a bit of ingenuity
\ndown the bull will go<\/p>\n
but the matador is injured
\nand badly it would seem
\na simple slip
\nthe bull let rip
\nand it wasn’t any dream
\nbut very nasty nightmare
\nand the conscious prince
\nreceived
\na token of the Bull’s displeasure
\nfor it clearly was aggrieved<\/p>\n
I really couldn’t care a less
\nwhich isn’t good for me
\nIts what Bull Fighting engenders
\nsome go along to be
\nshocked into submission
\nby the painful acts and they
\ngo home again exhausted
\nothers like me they pay
\na heavy emotional price in fact
\nfor we are with the Bull
\nwe feel each thrust
\nit does disgust
\nfor us the pain is real
\nthe pageant is so shocking
\nit releases from our core
\na hatred of a culture
\nthat we never saw before
\nand we never want to see again
\nit was a one sided fight
\none matador was injured
\nand will have an awful night
\nbut the rest they murdered Bulls
\nand were judged as hero’s
\nfor me they were the biggest cowards
\naround
\nthe slaughter was inevitable
\nit was egregious mayhem
\nand the audience was lost
\nand never found<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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