My total indifference and poverty, Where humiliation weighs Heavily as a slab of concrete. And the egos are waiting for the Promised advent of altruistic birds Without egoistic plumage Longer than a day, hot, and far too large For their meagre contents. On the branches of egoistic fate, Vultures of Simplicity ought to be present. Observing people's attempts to give Their life some appearance of Significance, yet this stillness is gradually developing across the globe Their egoistic fate is a bleached night. Rich people's wings sweep my dignity, And for a brief moment, they see The poor as they fade into obscurity, Their heads bowed in defiance of The sour wind of money. The poem describes the struggles of an individual who faces poverty and humiliation, surrounded by a world driven by ego and materialism. It highlights the irony of people's attempts to find significance in their lives while neglecting the simplicity and altruism that could bring them true happiness. The poe...