We are leaving for them to stay. It is there land they owned it today. They bought it from the forty thieves. How cheap is my land, the land of griefs. Oil is precious, and our blood is so cheap. But the love of our land inside we'll keep. Thousands of people leaving everyday. Leaving for living but they wish to stay.

How cheap is our blood! And how theirs is precious! What a fair equation! Which makes us the terrorists! If they kill your nation, rape your honor. Capture your home and be your owner. That makes them the heroes of the world. or protectors of the planet in such a word. The medals of silver and even gold. Won't be enough for them as award. And if you fight back that would be a trouble. You'll be the terrorist that sent from devil. And the entire world will put guilt on you. How cheap is our blood! How freak is their law!

Militias and death groups kills you with no sin. And poor occupier army can’t do anything. Having a multiple IDs or your blood will flow. If the opposite group put their hands on you. It is so easy to have fake IDs, isn’t it funny? And its so cheep doesn’t need lots of money. Who gave them the authority of griping and killing? And who let them gathered from the beginning. I found it so weird and also funny. Bunch of ignorants controls our destiny.

They saw what they suppose not to see. They learn to suffer while others play. They work so hard while others in schools. They play with weapons not with dolls. You see them in streets begging or selling. In the burning sun few cents is their willing. They know every thing they lost their innocence. To live in streets you have to change your ethics. If that what suppose to be called a childhood. So how can we suppose them to be good?