Our Gbagbos won black wings, formerly they were white, they returned, they revolutionized, they were reinforced blacker sinister. They only know, they impose us the law of Lynch, because not having Blocks that cut them the wings, they are going winning wings, flying, always in the appetite of going beyond, always higher, but they will fall with notable noise.
It is it is done justice on behalf of the petroleum in our eighteen bastilles.
That is to play to the colonialism; it is to wall in lives the upstarts' youth democracy. The power has so many shameless to judge, but he fakes justice judging innocent in ruins the one that calls tribunals, when in the reality they are ruins of the mills of the sugar in the slaves' new gentlemen's hands.
Of facto and of it takes oath, Angola is still for own will, trench strong of the dictatorship in Africa. And everything will end badly because everything began badly.
Always in the stigma of the return at the old good times, in that somebody was arrested because it dressed a nightgown with a drawn eagle, or a simple dollar bank note was enough to accuse and to arrest: internal "agent of the imperialism."
We don't want more those times of Stalin, Pol-Pot, and of the still comrade Kin...
But doesn't the May 27 arrive them?! Didn’t they still lose the thirsty taste for corpses? The example of the one what in the Ivory Coast happens is not you eloquent?
And when the things if they return, of course will return to the opposite, and you will be seating in the bank of the defendants that won't support your weight, just as you do in Mr. Armando Chicoka's hypocritical judgement.
And in of the Ivory Coast it is the continuation of our fight!
Image: my only crime was to believe in the freedom of press and in the preponderance of the public interest on the others… in Namibe the judges are that they order. In morrodamaianga.blogspot.com
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