Its hard to not be racist
\nWhen these heinous acts take place
\nFestivals they call them
\nI call them a disgrace
\nIniquitous and malevolent
\nIts totally unfair
\nIts inhumane and ghastly
\nThese men are unaware<\/p>\n
How dirty and how vile they are
\nThese bulls do not deserve
\nThis ugly kind of disrespect
\nFor me it does unnerve
\nMy actual inner being
\nIt sickens me to see
\nSuch woeful ugly murders
\nRight in front of me<\/p>\n
In front of little children
\nFor the whole town comes to see
\nCorruption with out self remorse
\nShows their psychopathic strain
\nThey are vulgar misbehaviours
\nDishing out the pain
\nTo the innocent who have no recourse
\nThan to suffer and to die
\nAnd be trodden down and cut to ribbons
\nSo blatantly and why?<\/p>\n
For fun for their festivities
\nTheir sacrificial urge
\nIts tradition its their culture
\nI would like to have a purge
\nOf all these darkly soldiers
\nThe police too with their knives
\nReady to cut steaks off the Bull
\nHaving watched the loss of lives<\/p>\n
Its torture in plain sight
\nTake the family come and see
\nA blood lust not affecting
\nTheir feelings actually
\nThe people stuffed with sangria
\nAnd god knows what else they
\nAre in the sun the work is done
\nAnd the innocent must pay<\/p>\n
Imagine being one of those Bulls
\nYour life up to this day
\nHas seen a bit of freedom
\nAnd for it you now must pay
\nBe totally humiliated
\nIn front of the whole town
\nAnd among a hoard of tourists
\nWho have come to take you down<\/p>\n
Blow darts at you
\nas if you were
\nA target
\nSeventy or so darts
\nAnd what you do
\nIs stand their every dart
\nCuts through a muscle
\nAnd all of them
\nAre clearly aimed at you<\/p>\n
Streaks of piss
\nthat really need their wake up call
\nHatred and pure rancour
\nin their soul
\nA rabble and their babble
\ninsignificant
\nA state of enmity
\nis their control<\/p>\n
Disaffected belligerent
\nand aggressive
\nThey stand aloof
\nof obligingness and affability
\nDisfavour and disaffection
\ntakes them over
\nWe close our eyes
\nFor we do not want to see<\/p>\n
Someone fires a rifle shot
\nright between our eyes
\nThe lights go out forever
\nno one tells you lies
\nLike the people of Coria
\nwith their festivals of sin
\nMurdering two of us each day
\nLet their hatred begin<\/p>\n
Then watch the uncultured lay about’s
\nSerfs and villein’s who
\npurport to have such nobleness
\nA pedigree or two
\nWho leap frog over us
\nWhen we are suffering all the pain
\nAll the humiliation
\nAll the dogged strain<\/p>\n
Then shot to death we see them
\nIn front of us taking aim
\nImagine that a firing squad
\nAll part of their game
\nTo come at our still warm bodies
\nAnd carve us on the street
\nThose thoughts are so offensive
\nJust to end up as their meat<\/p>\n
To squabble and to fight over
\nThey tread on us and we
\nAre taken apart in great chunks
\nThat is where we be
\nOn the great mans table
\nThe police and all around
\nFighting over bits of us
\nBloodied on the ground<\/p>\n
Human beings festivals
\nCulture and the rest
\nAre so down in the gutter
\nAs to truly just detest
\nTheir savagery, their sadism
\nBrutality runs wild
\nThese are common people
\nWho somehow get all riled
\nUp and want to murder
\nBulls who did no wrong
\nThey are spiteful and ignorant monsters
\nAnd have been all along<\/p>\n
To imagine we build their bodies
\nChewed up to become
\nPart of them is awful
\nBut they become more numb
\nMore vile more from the gutter
\nWhere monstrosities evolve
\nFor them there is no atonement
\nTheir case they cannot solve<\/p>\n
HATHOR is a god who now protects
\nOur waking souls
\ntouches our hearts as we pass
\nCountermands controls
\nAnd all will see that each if them
\nMeets their karmic end
\nWhether its cancer or suicide
\nOr sudden death they spend
\nTheir ending in such agony
\nBut they will never know
\nIts pay back time for all the bulls
\nThey dispatched long ago.<\/p>\n
Spain and its direction
\nIts futility is there
\nThose that run the Bulls and fight the bulls
\nDraw in despair
\nThey are merciless and unpitying
\nAs callously they apply
\nMethods in which to torture us
\nAnd hurt us till we die<\/p>\n
A thankless incarnation
\nUnmindful and to feel
\nPut upon by rancour
\nJust to have a meal
\nIs unthankfulness and arrogance
\nOblivion for me
\nOne of the bulls they murdered
\nThat I never will be free<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Its hard to not be racist When these heinous acts take place Festivals they call them I call them a disgrace Iniquitous and malevolent Its totally unfair Its inhumane and ghastly These men are unaware How dirty and how vile … Continue reading