Anger and wrathfulness
\nDressed up as joy
\nAs festival tourism
\nSo to employ
\nThe innocent nature
\nOf Bulls of the field
\nVindictive malevolence
\nIt tends to build
\nUp in the animals
\nTortured this way
\nA growling impatience
\nIs on display
\nA lack of respect
\nIndignation and rage
\nAnnoyed and angered
\nRight off the page<\/p>\n
Men of bravado
\nIts painted that way
\nBut in my heart of hearts
\nIts really a display
\nThat irritates ungulates
\nFerments their soul
\nAngers their spirits
\nIts taunting control
\nWheres the benevolence
\nWhere is the care
\nThe fraternal feelings
\nOf being aware<\/p>\n
Its the evil intent
\nThe acerbity
\nIts flint hearted rancour
\nIts vulgarity
\nCursing the Bulls
\nNo humanity
\nIts more making mischief
\nIts sinners I see<\/p>\n
The Bulls run in fright
\nThere is no pity there
\nRunning on cobbles
\nYou feel their despair
\nCallous intent
\nDriven with heat
\nThe cries of the crowds
\nAll lining the street<\/p>\n
Its discrimination
\nUnfitting and wrong
\nThese Bulls will be fighting
\nThey do not belong
\nTo this evil intention
\nFor me, its unjust
\nIt disentitles their being
\nOut there in the dust<\/p>\n
Chasing down youth
\nAnd others who try
\nAnd probe to onlookers
\nReally now why
\nAs truants and clowns
\nThey show scant respect
\nSneer at and snub
\nIts all done for effect
\nThese are majestic
\nCreatures of soul
\nBig bovine ruminants
\nOut of control
\nGalloping forwards
\nTo laughter and scorn
\nMeanness and paltriness
\nSince they were born<\/p>\n
Mocked and disregarded
\nThe sangria flows
\nRunners feel heroic
\nTheir rascality pose
\nRisking the horns
\nThe great weight of beast
\nThe bulls are atoning
\nIts hurting them least
\nThey got the all clear
\nTo take on the fight
\nTo run like the clappers
\nKnowing how right<\/p>\n
They are in their minds eye
\nTo chase and to catch
\nthere is no damnation
\nReally as such
\nIts history after all
\nHonouring saints
\nPost run bullfighters
\nReally it taints
\nThe air we all breathe
\nCastigation and all
\nThere is nothing divine
\nThose who answer the call<\/p>\n
Hathor looks down
\nFrom his high place above
\nThe Elysian Fields
\nWhere the green grass of love
\nSprings from the loam
\nIn a rich verdant hue
\nWaiting for bulls
\nWho will die as they do
\nIn the rings in the dust
\nWhere the heathens aspire
\nTo torture and murder
\nAnd introduce fire
\nThe torrid irreverence
\nThat he can feel
\nAll the duplicity
\nWhich is so real.<\/p>\n
BULL RUNNING and FIGHTING is Medieval and wrong
\nWe need to grow up and respect animals<\/p>\n
The 50 – 100 human victims each year
\nAre a sad reflection of our humanity<\/p>\n
As for the 15 fatalites since RUNNING began
\nThe karmic debt is huge
\nFor the Bulls and the families who suffered the grief<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Anger and wrathfulness Dressed up as joy As festival tourism So to employ The innocent nature Of Bulls of the field Vindictive malevolence It tends to build Up in the animals Tortured this way A growling impatience Is on display … Continue reading