City begs.

Recently I was in London, and it was evident to see  the civilisation of persistent cultures, whether tourists or people who reside in the city. The on-going fascination of populated cities attract people of high interests and to some extent, patience. London has many other attractions, whether, historically or in terms of design, these aspects of such place creates iconic features alluring those interested in rich, overwhelming and tiring experiences.

The price tag and high expense to some is that of a ‘one off experience’, however to inhabitants it is a lifestyle which has been adapted, this being, disposing of their income in a luxurious or frugal manner.

Whilst in London it was evident to see the divide in social class: from rich to poor, from literate to illiterate, to those with further education to those with poor education. This segregation is so close, that those in a high hierarchy placement can be touched and approached by bruised beggars. It is almost a tease to be wearing top hats with pleasure, as they gallivant into their Rolls-Royce's driven by a chauffeur, whilst weeping hands extend in hope for sympathy from the rich pestilence as they see it.

I witnessed the prominence of the street liars, as they reach for a hand to hold, snatching money to their favour. I find it hard to understand why these beggars intoxicate their bodies with alcohol: is it to forget their constant pain of discomfort? Or, is it to make themselves feel good? It continues to puzzle me.

No one quite knows the emotion and reason behind a penniless person, but there must be a ruthless reason or perhaps a fault of their own. Their subdued manner is one that makes givers feel sorry for them, unless the beggar  is one of desperation, wailing and sobbing, whilst their crocodile tears blend with the perpetual rain showering their groans into the sewage.

In my own opinion, I believe that there shouldn’t be any level of guilt whilst walking down the street seeing homeless individuals and in some cases, homeless families - it's their life. In the same way, individuals walking down the street with a proud manner also have their own lives. The segregation may be unjust due to closeness, but it is modern society. No one is going to be of the same social class, so why acknowledge  the people diametric to ourselves?