Bull

Relentless, mop-topped and strong willed You would charge for anything stained as I am, with the red threat flag; Shrug bites off those shoulders, heavy from Atlas weights and worried eyes - I will wave the flag, and you charge. Simpler than ententes, than treaties; We understood the rules of war long before the others claimed to, So I will wave our flag, you charge - Between us Jericho will fall With no words; a conclave of touch.