In the village of Nilin solders stood on guard.
Protesters gathered not to protest but a conflict to start.
A father approached with young son held.
Sets his boy towards the troops demanding they give him death.
The boy approaches with flag in hand.
The father far behind. Screaming for his son to die.
Go go over there. Let them shoot you. Let them kill you.
For the camera his son a sacrifice.
The father yelled at the soldier with the gun.
Shoot him kill my son. Go on boy. Don't come back.
Wave your flag boy embrace your death.
The father yelled bring the other, another one
I have a daughter point Your guns.
A call a for his children's death.
This father and fathers like him should be hung from a tree dead.
Unseen but heard.
Chants goading the soldiers to murder.
Diseased minds. Irredeemable and worthless.
Bring death to the innocent.
Regressive insane.
Their deaths no value lost.
They hate themselves and their own spawn.
Preparing their young to carry bombs.
Early death, meaningless, generations more to come.
The man yelled at the soldier with the gun.
Shoot him kill my son. Go on boy.
Don't come back.
Wave your flag boy embrace your death.
The father yelled bring the other, another one
I have a daughter point Your guns.
A call a demand for his children's death.
The father should have been killed there and then.