El Toro

As the crowd cheered his entrance,
el toro looked at the beauty and pageantry of the event.
His heart swelled to know that he had a role to play in all of this celebration.
Too late he discovered that his role would be his last.
As the lance and spears pierce his flesh does he cry in pain? 
Does he mourn the fact that his only sin is that of being a powerful, feared animal?
Does anyone partaking in this ceremony realize that he is one of God's creations 
and not meant to be slaughtered in this manner?
As the matador pierces his body with his sword, what are his final thoughts?
His death has brought celebration to many - a sad way to have one's spirits lifted
seeing a beautiful creature of God destroyed for the entertainment of a few.
I am sure the Lord did not blink as this travesty was played out, I am sure He cried for His creation
even if no one else would.

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