May Day in the Realms of the Damned

Standing, waiting, squatting and hanggling for the right price, they are without protection. Those working on the roadside, with their mobile carts, selling food, clothes, repairing torn shoes and whatever that's in fashion.

Many living in the slums, that crowded stench of sweating bodies, suffering from their low stations in life, unrepresented by the politics of the unions, pariahs of the working class.

They brave the heat, the flood of humanity, and the careless gesture of those who have the money. They live in a cycle of the damned, societal rejects of worker rights.

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