Gasping on the grass
\nthe bull lies writhing in the throes of death
\nhe has been stabbed so mant times
\nhis faltering troubled breath
\nis fast approaching somewhere
\nnot now of this world
\nclearly he is fading fast
\nand is now being hurled<\/p>\n
forward into heaven
\nprojecting to the stars
\nas young Bullfighters
\nmasked stand by
\nimagining the scars
\nthat they are going to get some day
\nas they get on the case
\nproud members of the murdering class
\na proper vile disgrace<\/p>\n
bringing youngsters on
\nto murder and use mayhem
\nthis Bull is almost gone
\nThe Toreodor
\nThe Picador
\nThe Matador
\nall used
\nvarious knives
\nand everyone with little care
\nall now have abused
\nthe bull, a powerful animal
\nwho was probably confused<\/p>\n
Clearly on a good day
\nReady to go to war
\nbut now stretched out in agony
\non the grass there for sure
\na baying crowd of on lookers
\nsee emotion now as weak
\na statement to the crowd at large
\nwhen its blood that they all seek<\/p>\n
gasping
\nrasping
\nclasping to life’s thin ribbon
\nhe
\ncoughing up the blood of being
\nand soon he will be free
\nof all these inhumane agenda’s
\nwho crucially imagine that
\nwhat they do now does
\ngain the respect
\nand rich excitement
\nbut in essence it makes us buzz<\/p>\n
a real cold wind is now blowing
\nacross the stadium where
\nthe bull alas it just pegs out
\nhis last moment despair
\nwhen someone actually wakes
\nup to the terror of it all
\nits murder its not fighting
\nthe bull was not a fool
\nhe was strong and frightening
\nbut was not ready to die
\nhe will go to heaven
\nwhich he had tried to fight shy<\/p>\n
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Gasping on the grass the bull lies writhing in the throes of death he has been stabbed so mant times his faltering troubled breath is fast approaching somewhere not now of this world clearly he is fading fast and is … Continue reading