The Bullfight – A Man and an Animal

The Bull

 

Here comes a man with a red rag

Waving it like a flag

Does he want to play with me

Or wants to test himself against me.

The man

The animal is strong and majestic

The end it will meet is pathetic

For I intend to go for kill

The crowd shall soon find out that I have a strong will.

The Bull

He does not come in goodwill

I should kill him or he will

Let him be the first to attack

Then with my horns I shall throw him back.

The Man

The bull doesn’t know but I know

That it is not a fair fight but a show

If I win fair and square, the bull goes down

Even if he overpowers me in his own blood shall he drown.

The Bull

The fight has begun, man holds my horns

It is not long before his family mourns

His hands are weak, so is his grip

He shall go to hell on a trip,

The Man

Just escaped with my body intact

The bull was stronger for a fact

I was rescued in the nick of time

But the bull had to die for no crime.

The Crow – A Neutral Observer

 

I watched the fight from the top

When the bull was made to stop

The man escaped as the fight was fixed

Even before fight began, bull’s fate was nixed.

For long man has played a game

Killing animals for name

The fight has never been fair

It is not like forest where prey and preyed have a common fate to share.

For the man it is fun

To kill and run

But animals commit a crime when they kill human beings

They are not victors even when they win.