We took to the streets and vented our spleen. We want President Tazobia dead, but we can’t kill him because of the army of guards at his beck and call. We’ve suffered enough under his draconian administration: no food, no shelter, no potable water, no employment! His campaign promises were all a mirage!
He calls us vagabonds on TV, and threatens to throw us in jail for our revolt. But we don’t mind rotting in jail for our cry for change!
So, when we took to the streets, to kill him in our own way, we burnt him in effigy!