Charging Towards JusticeA Poem by Briana O'ConnorFormally named "The Color That Enraged Him"Psyching himself up, The matador, he readies, Preparing for showtime, His fortune and fame. His outfit, it glimmers With an essence of arrogance. Gizmos and gadgets Arranged to draw attention. His hat, it’s underlining With a flaunting air, Complimenting his costume, Adding taste to tenacity. His body, it’s robust, Agile and strapping. He flexes and poses, Feeding off the crowds ado. His smile, it broadens Spreading to a sadistic grin. He holds out his hand Introducing his guest of honor. His subject, he enters, Begrudgingly by force, Despising its duties, Longing for the justice he deserves. The duo, they begin, As the flag leaves its case. The wind makes it dance, And the animal is released. The bull, it charges, Running towards the man, The one that enrages him With that color in his hand. His hooves, they trollop, Stirring up dust in tornado like swirls. His nose, it twitches, Flaring from the anger, Fuming with anticipation. His eyes, they flicker, Glaring at the ripple of the flag. The finish line, it’s nearing, Forging a malicious smirk. The bull, he’s ready with his horns set to brand. © 2015 Briana O'ConnorAuthor's Note
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22 Reviews Added on September 25, 2014 Last Updated on May 18, 2015 AuthorBriana O'Connorindianapolis, INAboutTrying to come back to writing! Curious to see who all is still here and what new adventures their are to join! Creativity is my outlet, and I love learning and growing. Do not hesitate to be honest .. more..Writing
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