25 August 2012
Bull-fighting poem. It's late, my mind is jumbled and this poem slowly gets worse. I've never been very good at writing them. _____
He is but another soul, Specially chosen for his role, To die a slow death, Before a crowd, To feed their entertainment,
His blood will spill, All for the thrill, Of killing a powerful creature.
No animal deserves such terrible treatment, Can the Spanish government not come to an agreement? To once and for all ban this merciless cruelty, And put an end, to the matadors duty.
Ban Bull Fighting • Opuss № I