No worries today, but when will the massacre stop? When all Gen Zs are dead? When all the children are hurt?

This mad, murderous, and bloodthirsty dictator and his armed henchmen must be stopped before they kill everyone.

Abuses carried out by mad dogs who no longer even hide to carry out their atrocities.

This struggle strives to remain peaceful… but for how long?

How long will we allow ourselves to be shot like rabbits by this bloodthirsty militia?

Savagery, bombing without discrimination, is no longer what we call maintaining order.

All this for the love of his miserable little seza, his werawera, and his hubris and narcissistic little self?

Mitsangana ry tanora
Mitsangana aza manana ahiahy
‘Zao no andro sady ora
Mijoroa sahia tokoa ho lehilahy.