The Bull

You were there since I remember ~
A bull in a china shop,
Wrecking delicate creations,
With every move you made.

Only when the weariness
Of your violence
Brought you down
While you snored in the corner
Could we have peace
To paint flowers on our tea sets,
And speak with quiet people,
And laugh, sing and cry.

Nowadays the door of the shop
Lies open, yet our wares are all intact
You are wrecking someone else’s shop now
With your bulky mass, your hooves and horns,
You are forcing someone else
To walk on broken crockery
All day long.

You are gone now
And this shop is thriving.

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