Walking through his day,
Wounded birds on his way.
Breathing his own air,
Sticking to his square.

He flies away,
Not wanting to stay.
Continuing his life,
Ignoring others knives.

This is a man,
Who gives no hand
Be it poor or needy,
He has no pity.

A woman needing help with the door,
An old man failing to get to the next floor,
A homeless child begging to get a meal.

He walks past it blindly,
Taking it...