The greatest evil is absolute poverty when it "hits" a person. It ruins everything for him.
"I saw the desperation in your eyes..." I said a while ago to a fellow human being, whom all the passers-by passed by indifferently. I responded to his timid greeting.
"Do we know each other ; " I told him.
"No, but I sell these tissues" he replied showing me a white plastic bag next to him. A disappointed Man, with what dignity he had left, greeted me with a silent nod. He didn't pay lip service to the instructions I gave him about various programs and free assistance services for the unemployed. But his eyes said so much, he was perhaps moved by my attention while next to a confrontation like two parallel scenes of a play, two well-lived, well-dressed ladies (sisters rather or mother and daughter) had discovered that the landlord had not paid the rent at the ATM , when I helped them understand what the insufficient account balance (zero money) means in their question why the machine is not making money. They were dressed in the grand style that the people say. "At least you have somewhere to get..." . I told them smiling, returning their smile while looking at the other (hard) side of life, the slender tall man, with the dignified physique sitting on the terrace outside the Super Market or otherwise the Temple of over-consumerism.
Two classes, two categories of citizens. A and B. You don't get bored, he'll do it, slowly nothing happened and we go to the shops... And on the other hand, the tearful eyes full of despair of a bio wrestler, who struggles to stand up inside this voracious monstrosity, which we call human society.
State, which distributes crumbs to the poor, feeds on bribes and fattens the pockets of ministers, leaders and foreign leaders by enslaving its people.
A state that dissolves principles, morals, values. State of Apnea and Apraxia. General Strike when MPs and ministers drive around in luxury cars and planes.
The people there, to endure the suffering, once again, sick and wayfarers...
How truly ashamed I am for the tears, which came uninvited to the eyes of this Man, how ashamed I am for the children who suffer, who are rushed, for the society that is silent, because that is how we were taught..."Shut up" and look at your work "Shut up" and next to you, around you street people, wandering Christs.
When will the Resurrection come?
"SPEAK ! "
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