The streets were a complete chaos. The president deployed an army of police officers, along with their commanders in the trucks. Rifles and snipers, calibers and pistols, and even the rocks being thrown them, it was a rampage of the century.
Certain teenage groups were busy plastering signs at the cardboards, and the brushes were stroked to a crimson, dye of blood. The adults were cluttering rocks towards the officers, and they're being pushed backwards.
A revolution wouldn't happen if the leader is competent enough to hold the country intact and well. Everyone got deranged, leading to an incurable insanity of famish, poverty, and injustice. The people was thirsty of fair treatment, and stash of cashes that doesn't lose with just a single onion.
