Extract From Compilation Journey - Hollow Blocks Poem by Durai Muhil

Humans who kill for pleasure,
Humans who kill for cause inept,
Who do not abide by laws of nature,
They exist in this world and more,
Saints who will save them,
Will come but in a while.
Humans who hurt people with tongue,
They are the vain and pompous.

Compassion never comes with birth,
Nobility is bred by character,
There are no more human saints,
Who walk the earth like ancients,
Everyone now traces the character,
To another living being on earth,
The noble cats of the forest,
Or the animals feasting on carrion.