Excuse me.. O hearts that have been consumed by loyalty, and worn out by the patience of the oppressed; the moment can no longer bear the whispers of sorrow in the corners of darkness, nor the tears of hidden wailing. Rather, the time of the storm has come that leaves nothing behind, to uproot those who tamper with the sustenance of feelings and the dignity of living.
Under the skies of cities worn out by the wounds of days, the conversation is no longer limited to the dreams of tomorrow, but has shifted to "the loaf of bread" that has become elusive, and the strip of medicine that is bought with pieces of the souls of the simple.. How can the living conscience not rise, and how can the blood in the veins of the free not tremble, as we see openly in broad daylight thieves of sustenance "merchants of evil" inflicting torment upon a whole nation? They are a people stripped of every virtue, mastering the arts of ruin; they close the stores on the resources of people to create an artificial crisis, then unleash it at exorbitant prices! It bows the necks of the poor under its weight, so they can reap their profits multiplied, profits stained by the moans of mourning mothers and the sighs of powerless fathers in front of the gazes of their hungry children.
The monopoly on provisions has persisted, as they falsely believed that the state is a refuge for the weak, and a shield for the vast majority, turning a blind eye to their blatant greed, or being lenient with those whose sinful hands have extended to steal the morsel from the mouths of orphans and the wretched. They have forgotten that the street is not a jungle where the strong devours the weak, and that the homeland has a dignity that is neither sold nor bought in cheap auction.
O rulers sleeping in palaces: you are the ones who should be the voice of those who have no voice in the tribulations of rising prices; the tyranny of greed has exceeded all its vital limits, and the merchants of evil have persisted in twisting the arm of the homeland and draining the blood of its sons. Bread has never been a commodity sold in the auction of greed, and the sustenance of people is not a bargaining chip for shadow merchants in the markets of death and dying.
When will the lionhearted lion's charge come in the face of all who have exploited the generosity of the law and the kindness of the state? When will they shake the ground of monopolizers with a decisive field campaign that transcends the limits of paper and decisions, to enter the dark warehouses, confiscate the hidden provisions, restore safety its balance, and return justice its dignity and power?
The suffering people today can no longer afford the luxury of waiting, but they cry out with a voice full of anger and hope: O President, the merchants of evil have gone too far in harming the people, strike them with an iron fist! Repress their tyranny and greed, and make the noses of the profiteers from the pains of people buried in the dust of firm law. Make the inspection and monitoring committees eyes that do not sleep, and the decisive patrols a sword that cuts the roots of greed. Restore peace and tranquility to every home wearied by the daily account of sustenance, and make your anticipated charge a lesson and a decision for all who are tempted to use the needs of people as a means for humiliation and enslavement.
O President: the flood has risen and the patience of the patient has dried up, and the entire homeland awaits that blessed charge that cleanses the markets from the filth of monopoly, and brings the oppressors submissive before the truth of the law, so that the homeland can regain its bright face, and the people their dignity that is priceless!