To them, poverty's naught but self-victimization dressed in glory;
Humility, mere submission in their story.
Decency, an act of people-pleasing, unless their gain is near;
Empathy, a word they wield to hold themselves dear.
Yet, when faced with matters of the heart and mind,
In emotional intelligence, they are but crippled and blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem