Good Fellows Poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

Between the lines
Disastrous wreaked havoc somewhere
Confusion alarming and future has broken into pieces
Back-off and meditate if possible
Before you cross the line
Retention of hopes is still alive
Turning back discreetly is not an option
You can run but you cannot hide
Tell tales sign of a hunter will hunt you
Till you dropp dead
The other end of the line is dark and gloom
With so many exits to go
But you’ll comeback to face the devils
Thirsts for your bloods
You are given choices
Not to cross the line
But you’re lost
Greed and impatience has taken your lives