I wrote this essay for Advanced English Composition. I almost never let anyone read my essays for school because I'm usually not happy with them. But Mrs. Hawley liked my thesis statement, so I guess I'll put it on here.
The Dump
A field of disparity covers the earth for miles. As far as the eyes will allow one to see, wast envelops the land. The piles seem to reach the sky with worthless rubbish people have thrown out over the months. Thousands call this land their home.
All signs of hope have vanished for the men and women inhabiting the land. Grime camouflages the ache etched into their souls. Every wrinkle is embedded with filth from the endless hours of digging through trash trying to uncover enough food for their families to live through another night. Men, women, children, livestock, dogs and vultures battle one another as they hunt for their next meal. Spiritual and physical wounds become infected by the bacteria surrounding them. An aged woman tries to clean off the much plastered to her body with contaminated water. Hastily, a man snatches, like a child seizes for his beloved toy, whatever he speculates he can assemble a feeble attempt for a home out of to sleep in during the bitter nights that will follow. When a bus crammed with Americans approaches, the community charges to see what treasures they have brought to offer them. The crowds of starving people swarm the bus like a kettle of vultures swarm the remains of a carcass. After leaving clothes and food for the deprived assembly, the Americans head back down to their picture perfect lives, still trying to wrap their minds around what they had just witnessed.
The stench of the dump is intolerable. The odor suffocates the body as one would in a gas chamber. Smelling the overbearing reek, and viewing what causes the aroma, results in an overflowing amount of tears.
One might ask himself how many times the world has turned its back for a group of people to call a landfill their "home".
All signs of hope have vanished for the men and women inhabiting the land. Grime camouflages the ache etched into their souls. Every wrinkle is embedded with filth from the endless hours of digging through trash trying to uncover enough food for their families to live through another night. Men, women, children, livestock, dogs and vultures battle one another as they hunt for their next meal. Spiritual and physical wounds become infected by the bacteria surrounding them. An aged woman tries to clean off the much plastered to her body with contaminated water. Hastily, a man snatches, like a child seizes for his beloved toy, whatever he speculates he can assemble a feeble attempt for a home out of to sleep in during the bitter nights that will follow. When a bus crammed with Americans approaches, the community charges to see what treasures they have brought to offer them. The crowds of starving people swarm the bus like a kettle of vultures swarm the remains of a carcass. After leaving clothes and food for the deprived assembly, the Americans head back down to their picture perfect lives, still trying to wrap their minds around what they had just witnessed.
The stench of the dump is intolerable. The odor suffocates the body as one would in a gas chamber. Smelling the overbearing reek, and viewing what causes the aroma, results in an overflowing amount of tears.
One might ask himself how many times the world has turned its back for a group of people to call a landfill their "home".
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