The Bullfighter

A red rag and a toreador came sweeping on the stage.
Many people came to see the sword hit a deadly blow to the bull that was bred to live in rage.
It was the old story of the animal against the human intelligence to enslave and the bull’s weakness of a Red rag and the movement of the blade
The bull though is just a reflection of the human attitude to behave when an adversary comes along to use side and favour but not a level playing field just like life he made
Instrumental is the crowd roaring to defeating what cannot be saved and the toreador of course takes his unearned wage
This is life to me well portrayed as the blood of the bull drips down his neck but yet unwilling to give up his only purpose is to kill for he is truly un-caged
At the end of the show the toreador takes his bow as the bull is there to remind us that we as people are the slaves of our own identity as the crowd shouts and waves.

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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