Again, the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the elections, the re-release of the
photographs in the square, the happy slogans of tomorrow, the rebroadcast of false statistics, the fear of chaos and crowding, a group in the middle of the work in the place of my rival, I know that the leader of
these again, the story of our nation, our silence means the humiliation of their elections, their identity goes to the ballot box, it is an embarrassment, our life is full of repetitions, these repetitions are without remedies, although Our screams are in words, but our voices are always from the bottom, again
protest and rubbish, again horrible tortures, again life on the way to regression , subsidies again, and a nation in the queue of our lives is full of repetitions, these repetitions are without remedies, although our cry is in words , but our voice is always from the bottom.
