The Raging Bull Constanza

The raging bull pounds the hot streets Gathering speed, fear inspired, he’s trapped and he must flee Eyes bulging, heart bursting, searching, the path that sets him free Crowds run to escape pounding feet Jumping, falling, climbing, to escape hist horns Hot young bloods, yet not wanting their mama to be the one that mourns. Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat The bull in ignorance, as he pounds the streets so winding White and red fill his sight, no way out is he finding. All for the adrenalin treat The bull unaware he is the star they all want to admire His fear, his rage, they are in positions that could be dire… The raging bull pounds the hot streets The swarm of red and white divide to the side He manages to gore a thigh or two, but in victory only death will be his bride. The raging bull pounds the hot streets Crowds run to escape pounding feet Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat All for the adrenalin treat The raging bull pounds the hot streets. © 31/08/2012