FLASH
Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj
We have more faith in the SPAK led by Altin Dumani than in the distant times of Adriatik Llalla and Arben Kraja.
The prosecutors listen to Saliu's call to prayer every evening, which is doing well as the village head.
Saliu sings about the sins of power.
He says that nothing has changed, neither in the level of corruption, nor have the mountains fallen, nor have the fields risen, and the boulevards have increased, since Kimetja came to our village as a bride and harvested Arben Kraja and Adriatik Llalla.
Llalla has fallen with one foot in the mud, Kraja has cleaned the sole of the samaritan, Dumani is wearing some clothes with flowers full of petals to look like Ina Rama, but they are all gone.
Really, where does prosecutor Kraja change with proxy Dumani, more aman?!
The goddess of justice, Themis, would remove the blindfold from her eyes if I dared to suspect that one prosecutor is corrupt and the other honest.
In the eyes of the village, even of human logic, everyone is the same, right?!
Either they give justice, or they don't, this world still doesn't know the middle way.
That it is so, that the village suspects treason, Altin Dumani is wearing some flowery clothes these days and airs the withered petals in the coolness of the ocean currents, to drown the light in the "Milky Way", far away, in the solar system where Dosja Rama-McGonigal orbits SPAK as a satellite commanded by the Sultan of Surrel.
That Bablok still commands everything does not seem correct to us.
To be exact, Babloku sits in the government observation room, from where he observes the dandruff in the hair of the prosecutors, and where they praise them.
There is no one who has not learned that the prosecutors are lost in the lust for wealth, that they flirt with the stallions of corruption.
At night, the hoxha of the opposition sings this melody in the evening call to prayer.
What does America have to do with Sali, we need it for Hoxha.
He has a strong, melodious voice, knows the anatomy of morality in every corner of power. The village is happy when it sings from the balcony about McGonagall's sins, about our fools who sell honor for money to Edi Rama, Erion Veliaj, Tony Blair, Alexander Soros and any Chinese, Russian or American tycoon.
As soon as Saliu revealed the secrets, Altin Dumani took an embroidered velenx from Kimetja and went out on the promenade of Shkodra, where the tastes are elite, where the streets are full of democracy darlings.
The ears of the west breeze mocked him like a fool.
But Altini was a bandit.
He removed the pimple from his cheeks, he swore on Kimete's head that Saliu sings half the call to prayer well and half badly.
According to the head of SPAK, the evil speech goes to those prosecutors who are true that they flirt with thugs, but in this way, there is also spleen for the bees of the hives of justice.
SPAK, although there are many bad words about it, we still believe that it is, it is gathering nectar in the necropolis of incinerators, the Rama-McGonigal file, politicians, officials, strategic investors, and it is not bad how many believers listen and they believe
In fact, this is how we need Saliu, Hoxha who sings the Evening Call to us every evening./ Pamphlet
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