<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bulls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Six bulls I saw as black as jet,<br>With crimsoned horns and amber eyes<br>That chewed their cud without a fret,<br>And swished to brush away the flies,<br>Unwitting their soon sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the Corpus Christi f&ecirc;te;<br>Processions crowd the bannered ways;<br>Before the alters women wait,<br>While men unite in hymns of praise,<br>And children look with angel gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bulls know naught of holiness,<br>To pious pomp their eyes are blind;<br>Their brutish brains will never guess<br>The sordid passions of mankind:<br>Poor innocents, they wait resigned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till in a black room each is penned,<br>While from above with cruel aim<br>Two torturers with lances bend<br>To goad their fieriness to flame,<br>To devil them to play the game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red with rage and mad with fear<br>They charge into the roaring ring;<br>Against the mockery most near<br>Of human might their hate they fling,<br>In futile, blind blood-boltering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the day of unction ends;<br>Six bulls are dragged across the sand.<br>Ferocity and worship blends,<br>Religion and red thirst hold hands . . .<br>Dear Christ! 'Tis hard to understand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508720" data-title="The Bulls de Robert William Service" data-description="Six bulls I saw as black as jet, With crimsoned horns and amber eyes That chewed their cud without a fret, And swished to brush away the flies, Unwitting their soon sacrifice. It is the Corpus Christi f&ecirc;te; Processions crowd the bannered wa..."></div> </div> </div>

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