He walked around the corner face down, shoulders drooped and the soles of his worn out shoes dragging along the street.

It had been yet another day in the grinder of existence called life.

Yet again, here he was heading home with all the life drained out from his being with no tangible compensation for the hard labour. The overlords took everything and gave nothing back.

For ages the struggle had continued, time after time every effort at break out had proved completely futile. Hope had long died and was just a forgotten word used only by dreamers. He could see the truth clearly; this world was divided into them and us, and we were just a necessary evil in the eyes of them.

Afraid he was returning to the place he considered home, where his family grim and hungry patiently awaited his arrival. For his children still young and tender, knew not what travail and sorrows the future had in store for them. It was yet another night of starving for the crumbs were just not enough.

Closing his eyes and stepping out in the path of the fast approaching bus, he finally let out a breath of freedom.