Death of a Homeless Causes No Ripple to Society

Beyond the evening sky, the grace of the sweltering heat. An absence of distant thunder, there is no cool breeze to embrace nor strong wind to whip at the trees. The homeless walk, in no particular direction, there is no urgency in their steps.

The homeless in Bangkok are excluded from the mainstream, banished into the labyrinth of cement, steel and wood. Exiled to wander, shunned by the masses, their lives in the loss.

When the time comes, they die. Forgotten in the waste of society's prejudice. There's is no ripple of change, no uproar, no clenching of the fist at the injustice. They die alone.

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