in the End

I took pictures at a construction site.
Manager always sits and watch, while others work like...

should i say,

Ants or slaves?









We live in a weird time.
But it's been like this for millenniums.
We're meant to be equal, but we are not.

Some sit, some carry heavy shit and die.

What's the difference?
Education? Caste? How rich and lucky your daddy was?
Genetics? Color? Race?

It can always be how hard you work, how much you work, how dirty you are... I mean that in the inside.

In the end, all matters.
But nothing matters. All of them mentioned can just go down the toilet.
Because, we are meant to be equal. I mean that "in the End."