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Plight of the Poor

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The people who have it hardest are not the orphans or the disabled. They are the urban poor. These people are exploited, barely able to support their families and live amongst some of society's most dangerous types of people



I have an aunt who lives with these people. She runs a school in one of the flats, teaching their children and helping them build a future. I paid a visit to her school and I was inspired to take pictures, sharing my experience with you.


Behind this concrete block lies dirt, darkness, garbage, tears, abuse. Behind this concrete block live the group of people who have it worst - the Urban Poor.

Each day, husbands and wives, children and the elderly walk through the dark alley-ways to go to work in factories, and school.

The flats reeked of a stale stench. The sewage water flows into an open drain, sometimes overflowing and flooding the ground floor.

Though this picture might cause offence to some of you, its the bare truth. The poor children live and play among gangsters, rapists and thieves.

These metal grills are the only thing separating them and their home from the criminals that live amongst them. Some of them, having already fallen victim.

Lifts that look like they're from the set of a horror movie. Being stuck inside these horridly small lifts are a common experience for these people.

These people do not even have proper garbage disposal. Hence, they just throw their rubbish from their windows. The rubbish accumulate inside the building. The smell, even more dreadful.

Many of the husbands here abuse their wives, and ride late into the night and spend much of their income on alcohol. Much of the wives and children suffer abuse marks such as skin burns.

A few cents hike in the price of raw materials might mean nothing to you and me, but it brings absolute misery to these people, who's future remains uncertain. So remember how lucky you are, and the fact that you have been given a proper roof over your head, loving family and friends that surround you, the right to education and decent food.


Cheers,

BrianandRepublic