02/02/2026
RED BULL
Believer Musa Waterson
Your scent takes me to heaven and back,
No wings, yet I’m ready to fly.
My bull is red:
Ready, cocky and sharp.
Your kraal is muddy and comfy,
grassy and sweaty,
Fine-shaped with a narrow gate.
I’ve got balls
I fear no bull.
Grab the bull by the horns
I dangle and tangle my body,
Blink or bend, I don’t stray.
Red or green, no law
I come to stay.