A queue of different beads threaded together on a string. All crafted to be unique and different, holding presumptions of what each may bring. A variety of shapes and colours… …some found by chance, some lent by others.
The unfortunate, the downtrodden, suffering from lack of a chance. Ridden with pain and hunger, pleading in a begging stance. Reliving their daily fears… …crying out beads of tears.
The labourers, the wage earners, working hard for mere nothings. Slogging through each day’s work and uncertainty the next one brings. No dreams or hopes, only regret… …losing life to beads of sweat.