Privileged Lives. Adj. 1. Too many dreams but too few a means. 2. All due to poverty.
No literature has yet been personally encountered about the role of government in all – out poverty, nor the relationship of politics and poverty, but external observation has been constantly reinforced: stability means investment. Investment means jobs and jobs means poverty alleviation. But this trend is even hypothetical because it has been embedded in history until it has already become a long – lost ideal. As a consequence, some people have chosen to occupy the simplest means of existence at the same time reflecting the limited means to survive and the society’s opposing equivalents. Meet the privileged and their opposite physicality in a country where living means the poor getting poorer and the rich getting richer at a faster margin.
The Politico. Due to increasing campaign costs, sinking popularity, insecurity of tenure and ridicule, he takes to accepting additional income through crooked means from much more crooked sources. Let this also be known: people award corruption for politicians who are getting richer yet stupidity for those leading a modest life.
The Businesswoman. She does not have friends inside the business gates that is why she doesn’t have a permit. As the circumstances pressure her to live, she does illegal vending. When her enemies come at their intermittent rounds, she can always scoop her goods up to a hideout which is nonetheless, an establishment with an approved permit.
The Movie Mogul. In the same was ay The Businesswoman transacts her way of living, this guy perches his stalls in unlikely places but the people still flock around his nest for cheap movie treats. However, he does not scoop his pieces away. What’s their difference? It’s still a way of living and the nature is analogous but unlike the oranges rolling, it goes on in the open.
The Recording Artist. The lyrics she sings are about the dime tinkling in her cup of A Minor. Sometimes, she raises funds to buy herself a new wheelchair, to sing on a new microphone, to listen to the sound of her own music and to taste what she eats. Little did she know that artists are narcissistic because she cannot see.
The Socialite. She does not and cannot appear along the mainstream of celebrities for a party. She does not go to prison because the world already is. She was not disinherited because she’s not scandalous. She just mines the street trash bins because charity has evolved with publicity.
The Executive. He’s working at night where the lights barely kiss the ground. On the garden of the red dimension, he saves both the thorns and the roses for a night’s journey to the flesh market. When it’s over, he goes home to feed his baby and an awaiting girlfriend in a secret place devoid of the knowledge of their families.
The Actress. As long as the lights glimmer, she is safe. Whether onstage or before the camera, she plays a masquerade party to fulfil her audience’s fantasies. At dawn, she goes to sleep to save her remaining grace. She keeps the bills they have shed because the following day, she has to pay her tuition fee.
The Terrorist. Where there is darkness, he lurks – pouncing on an unexpectant prey that happens to intrude into his territory. He automatically earns somebody’s hardship for a day by pointing guns or pricking knives. Sometimes, he also brings his victims down as a giveaway and runs for all he’s worth. Afterwards, he takes his family to a new home where the rent is cheaper and already paid.
Know these by all men: the aforementioned are personifications of consequential outcomes. Those who do any of it for fun or for sheer adventure are actually sick and are therefore discounted from sympathy. Unreasonable criticism is also uncalled for because where there is judgment, there is privilege. Where there is privilege, there is poverty.
Thank you, Kasun Chamara, for the featured image.