The shanties

If really as poet will say life is beautiful. Why is it that, this… never speak well of what map the other side. Is it because, words is afraid or have gallop to pass this vicinity, or what? Again, it speaks another. Is it really that life is beautiful when the shanties inscribe gargantuan of lifeless existence package to adapt with. This in itself tell that the poetry that sees life in abstraction to be beautiful, is like jumping a fence without running to calculate the steps even when focusing.

The shanties are never a painted story. Are a story that describes where and how this dungeon system has constructed the structure of life for generations upon generations of the raggers to adapt to this eyesore existence? This is a place where dwellers in the city of pronounce civilization beg to live a meaningful happiness. But, infact, it is a reality that confirmed the long deprivation of raggers, dwelling in mud settlement to ensure to make a survival. Yet, surviving under the boot and pen that drag existence away from reach never stop pointing that their words zero the shanties.

Dragging meaningfulness from meaningless of how the raggers live from crawling to crawling to breathe, is a completion of what this bastardize architectural system has wall the fence of shanties with this is what your share of life will be. The shanties are an explanation of the long deprivation the raggers never stop living with. It confirmed the real other side of ghetto reality.

There is no skeptic to not ponder that shanties emphasize the long history of squalor in the raggers’ community. This is a place where the meaning of life has dash out with oblivion of negligence by the hierarchy of government that stipulate a hardcore bundle of pathetic. In this place, an eyesore is an eyesore, plague is plague, slavery in modernization is slavery, water that never finishes in the eyes is still, and this colony still a colony of shanties, and shanties is shanties.

No reality is worst than seeing reality in-front of our eyes. The shanties cover the other side of the raggers’ reality. Living a worst life not better to egalitarian society or even the primitive-cave human, is worst to make the stomach acne and the mouth vomit. This is the life the shanties speak in volumnes under a plague system of never ending ghettoizaton, but still sustaining it to bear.

The shanties is never beautiful, but is a shanties of colonalize life in dungeon