On the main thoroughfare of the city
The bull casually
Perhaps with the memories from the earlier birth
Chewing the cud with half shut eyes
Without moving or shifting
The bull in the heart of the city.
As if it is the right holder of the road
Leaving the responsibility to the times
Heckling the scampering of the civilisation
Stood there that it is the King!
Who dares to ask the bull to move
Look how it glances around
Aye! Aye! Motor car!
What is the hurry with you?
Oh! Brother Cyclist!
Careful! The bull wouldn’t budge!
Anti-machinery, proponent of non-violence and a vegetarian
Expert in anti alcoholism
On the main road of the city
Obstructing the passage of the civility
However long like this
This bull can stand!
If the bull has no sense
Shouldn’t the man have it?
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