Bull Fighting
The matadors cloak
Hides their crimes well.
And drips with the blood of the innocents.
Sacrificed on the altar of culture and tradition.
As the cry of ole rings out.
Their crimes Echo in an empty soul.
Sentient beings put to the sword
To amuse the masses.
Entertainment for the demented.
Give voice to those who cannot speak
Help stop the slaughter.
Use your voice to say
No way, not ole.
Bye bye to the matador.
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