Nothing changes the fact
That you are an animal
Even if you pour gold
In an old poor man's cup
When you tried to carve
This land from hundreds
You didn't notice, you must
For your sake at least
The strength they bore
Can scatter all your dreams
Over their dead bodies
Whether you serve the country
People in my region may have to leave their houses just because the government thought this is a better place for an oil industry to process. The village consist of a 75 year old public Christian School and a Holy Church along with hundreds of families living around them. Now, the people are striking for their land.