The gauntlets thrown down
\nInto the dust
\nA provocative act
\nIts all Cut and thrust
\nWhose calling whose bluff
\nThe great matador
\nSeen by so many
\nHe is one to adore<\/p>\n
Clad in his satins
\nHis purple and pink
\nPique and crinoline
\nWhat do they think
\nPrancing about like
\nA prime arse on gin
\nWith his knives and his swords
\nAnd really such sin<\/p>\n
Why is he doing this
\nThe torture is seen
\nTo be vile and disturbing
\nAnd awfully mean
\nThe bull has no qualms about
\nAll of this crap
\nWith his eyes firmly fixed
\nOn this matador chap<\/p>\n
He has lost lots of blood
\nFrom a rather big
\nThrust
\nWhistles and pipes
\nAnd the rich smell of must
\nFlows over our heads
\nAnd into the sky
\nWitnessing here that this
\nProud beast must die<\/p>\n
Up leaps the man
\nThe great matador
\nAs proud as a punch
\nIn his own little war
\nWith his sharp little dirk
\nPushed into the bull
\nGreat breathing sweats
\nHis lungs should be full
\nOf blood he is choking and feeling
\nSo ill
\nAs more and more blood from his neck
\nStarts to spill<\/p>\n
And the swords are all hanging
\nHis wounds must be sore
\nHe can see this bright object
\nAnd feel its base
\ncore
\nDragging him out of this world
\nOut into
\nA battle scarred yeoman
\nWho he will run through<\/p>\n
Head down eyes ablaze
\nWith the temper of night
\nWith faith leaving fast
\nAnd nothing much right
\nRetaliation apparently worth
\nTrying this day
\nStraight from the earth<\/p>\n
His great horns a tangle
\nWith the midrift of one
\nMiserable matador
\nWho he has undone
\nUnscrambled and broken
\nAnd left in the ring
\nTo the cries of the audience
\nThat kind of thing<\/p>\n
A crescendo of ranting of panting
\nOf coughing
\nThis was hostility
\nWhats in the offing?
\nShould he retaliate
\nQuickly take aim
\nAnd push his great horns
\nThrough his guts
\nThe new game<\/p>\n
Of lets kill the matador
\nLets run him through
\nAll of his antics
\nWhat does he do
\nImpress the ladies possibly so
\nBut more likely impressing the corporate
\nFlow<\/p>\n
Return the compliment
\nAnd make it hurt
\nYou can get even
\nBe bloody curt
\nGet ones own back on him
\nThrusts and just turn
\nThe wounds that will cause
\nHim almost to burn<\/p>\n
The sparring is over
\nI had to fight back
\nBeaten and cut to bits
\nSo my attack
\nHad to be genuine had to be hard
\nWhen he saw it late
\nWhen he was off guard<\/p>\n
It is gladiatorial
\nAnd very unfair
\nIts never a sport
\nFor us bulls its not fair
\nWe are all victims
\nSuffering so
\nTurned inside out
\nBy the vile too and fro<\/p>\n
Spain talks up culture
\nTradition its word
\nIn all the cities what has occurred
\nBulls fight prepared to be beaten to death
\nTo be murdered and tortured forsaking all breath<\/p>\n
People wear leather its just our skin
\nPeople eat beef so called it is win win
\nAnimals are used all over the place
\nThey are eaten abused and worn
\nSuch disgrace
\nIs that they truthfully don ‘t want to die
\nNone of them ever which is now why
\nAdversity beckons the plague source is there
\nWe seek and they find us
\nBut few seem aware<\/p>\n
Retaliation its all we have left
\nStripped of our decency we are bereft
\nOf what made us valiant what got us by
\nCut to the core by the matador guy
\nIts not in our make up to damage and kill
\nBut the continual torture is less of a thrill
\nWe have to join up in the spirit and say
\nSpain and its ugliness must go away
\nAnd we have to collectively and patiently try
\nTo guarantee more of the matadors die
\nFor then only then will these cultural souls
\nRealise deep down we too have goals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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