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The working Class Woe (nihilism)

If I were a working class boy living today in a big city,  with little interest in academic studies, 
I would have found little and no opportunities for work. For my grandfather it was more easy, 
back then the world needed working class people, my grandfather was a carpenter, no one 
needs his skills anymore. I have tried to get a job as a trainee welder, but there is no opening, 
all I have been offered is a short time work in a McDonalds’, selling beef burgers. 
I walk the streets and I see window displays of all things I could buy if I had work and money. 
But we the working class people have been sidelined no one needs us any more, as all 
manufacturing businesses have gone abroad mainly to China There are so many of us in inner
 cites, we used to man factories But there isn’t any left. I’m young with no future and anger is 
swelling up in me and my friends. I hate the police they are the representatives of those who 
are keeping us in poverty. I cannot stand it any longer One day I will break windows grab
what I can just so I for one little moment can feel powerful in a world that has rejected us.
My grandfather has finally seen the game the powerful plays and he says we are the pool
of unemployed that keeps the wages of workers down. But there are no factories I tell him
they are all in China. The state gets its income through financial institutions and we have 
become an underclass and we have become surplus of requirement, the only thing we can 
do now is to use our power of chaos and destructions, you can call insurrection, but we will 
not stop until this society shivers in fear of tomorrow.

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