For all the ugly makeshift lives, the blatant lack of comfort and the repugnant odors of reality which poverty entails, nothing is more lethal among its effects than the deterioration of the stricken man's desire to uplift himself in the most important way: morally. A world of rampant corruption, crime and an ever-growing void in spirit. This is the society which we live in. The world of yesterday, today and most likely, tomorrow. It is a hierarchy of earthliness supported by the atrophy of the human being's desire for what is right and what is morally good. Everything around us is motivated by financial and material needs; for the sake of securing a little bit of comfort the most disturbing of natural phenomena--human sin--is born. Following in the footsteps of each and every event in society can be a cruel, despicable task, yet experiencing it in full is a far more horrible dose of reality. There is the father who struggles desperately to support the family he has sired. He wanders into the city to carve out a living not of the harsh sun of the fields, in the hope that the new life he wanders into would be a kind redemption to a fate originally tied to the soil. This promise is quickly drowned out by the backlash of hunting for the mirage of success in a true city of life and death. He goes into hibernation in squalid apartments, where the stink of garbage rotting in fetid, polluted creeks invades the senses in each and every passing moment. Unable to find any sort of decent job due to a lack of ability to even spell out his name or read it, he resorts to crime as a last ditch effort, for survival, only to be caught in the firing line of human justice and be handed over to the oblivion that is the city jail. Then there is the mother who, with her ragged clothes and destitute... |
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