Poor little thing, poor little mite
Alone in the hottest of days
Too much sun, too much light
No water, no food
She wanted to jump the fence an give him water
Albeit a bucket
But no one came
The very belly of that bull
Was heaving from the strain
Dehydrated, he needed shade
Loads of people staring at him
Yet no one went to his assistance
Tears smarted her eyes
Why don´t they let him be?
Why such kind of treatment
She could not bear to keep seeing it
Seeing all that happen
Steam was comin off him
Because of the intense heat
Yet the bull was defiant
He did not admit defeat.
Nuff said that is what actually happens a lot of times, she refuses to go to anyhere where such things take place.
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