Where dwells our fate! The so-stagnant stalemate within Togo benefits no-one, almost. When people decry, one is to ear [SIC] the echoes of the crying souls. Two tugs stare angrily at each other. The winner takes it all—we, the people of Togo, echo no injustice along with our fateful wills. The people of Togo speak and spew the regime of Gnassingbe. There is a flare-up, every so often. As the militia's heart hardens, evil-commanded will fire at all cost; the cost, penniless, fortifies us. To our understanding, the iron-seated regime has the fate of Togolese in their bloody hands.
The regime is hardened to the cries of its people. We MUST retaliate with mushroom marches. The firing rifles and the artillery barrages make us believe that negotiating with the crooks and cronies is not an option for our freedo-
