Struggles of the classes

I entered as the door slowly slid open. The rearmost part of the metro would seldom be crowded as passengers would either get on or off the coach. Unlike other coaches, it lacked commotion and one would get to enjoy the privilege of slowly sinking into their thoughts. I hurried to one of the seats beside the window and checked my phone of any notifications. I switched it off. The ride back home was what I always looked forward to. Ensuring I would have my time all to myself, I looked around. As usual, most of the people were already busy on their phones or were about to. I had become accustomed to this, and I found it pitiful. But during the first few days, I was dumbfounded as they would not raise their heads until the station they got off arrived. At such times, I agonized the present reality.

The preeminent part of traveling in the metro was the way I felt as if I was gliding past all these places. Looking out the window, I could see the buildings. The buildings were notably floor to ceiling windows and the buildings looked like huge mirrors reflecting other buildings, the cars and people near them, reflecting the hustle, the avarice, and cupidity of the commercial world. The buildings were massively huge and a closer look at these buildings could make you feel the power and robustness it radiated.

Though it was alluring to all, I contemplated these buildings as an elite's way of looking down upon the indigent also reflecting classism. The tall buildings of the elites were solidity of classism. The indigent witness tragedies from an early stage of life and the elites profess a life devoid of tragedy. Eventually, driven by the deception, jumping to an upper class drives them. The first nations were institutionalized to flourish the idea of differences. However, many have had the intellect to go against the orthodoxy and illuminate their ideology to the world.

For instance, the communist manifesto published before the Springs of Nations in Europe had an intriguing ideology which changed the course of the history of many great nations. All hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles. These representatives of different classes stood in constant opposition to one another, uninterrupted, a fight sometimes concealed and sometimes blatant. A fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large or in the common ruin of the contending classes. The abominable cruelty of a revolution is its justification. In order to make an omellete few eggs need to be broken. The irony is the revolution fail to deliver its purpose. Eventually, a corrupt system is established proving the revolution as a veiled allegory. As George Orwell famously said, "Everyone is equal, but some are more equal than others."