A powerful man with a gun is only a man with a powerful gun. If the gun is made to turn against the owner, the man will weep.

They are powerful only because of the title. The title is respected only for culture. Culture is maintained by the people. The people are scared.

We were called hooligans for protesting at the toll gate, we lived in the fear of the soldiers gun, we were shot and sent scrambling to find refugee in bushes.

Heroes have died and the works of their hands now in ruin. A wasted effort? Perhaps. Lives lost for the sake of Justice and yet Justice never prevails. The mouth of our judges have been filled with rotten riches of bribe that they can speak truth no more.

They make the decision, we suffer the effect. We have become like foolish children. They turn us against each other to kill, they hide behind the facade of solving the problems. Problems they caused.

We are left to mourn and grieve, and remain bitter against ourselves for generations to come. Government change and government end, but the war a government caused will always remain written in our hearts. Its like the scent that fills the air after a heavy rain, however this scent is a stinking smell of flesh, blood and anger.