January 28, 2023

26 thoughts on “Burkina Faso’s Former President Compaore Sentenced to Life in Prison over Sankara Assassination

  1. Should've happened many years ago. You betrayed your brother for Colonialist devils.🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️, now you get what you deserves. Because of your greed, you country men suffered. You'll be remembered as the JUDIS of AFRICA. The betrayer.

  2. Hegemony
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    Narcissism rule the global imperium; money kings suckle on worldwide resources
    to bank their own for absolute domination. Hegemony brutally fight for longer life
    as emerging economies agonize from first world bites; none NATO countries bleeding for independence, and freedom-rights. Western privilege is just not for you! Not for you…So, the heavens burn. The heavens burn.
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    Self hypnotized by manifest destiny, and the whisperings of western egos
    ordaining leviathans divine right of rule. Africans murdered from far away proxy wars, dying on the hour from weaponize flour. The disturbed spirit of continuously abused people, screams out loud for food security. The wisdom of self sufficiency, is a guaranteed guard against food weaponry. Sanctions murder more than overlords on the killing fields of civilize democratic diplomacy. The hidden hand of weapon sales, may be to blame. Cause military hardware profits at an all time high, is making a killing! A killing… Good people die for lack of knowledge! They just die…
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    So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.
    For revolution grows in empty bellies.
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    The sabre rattlings of giants to reset this century, is but a struggle for rippling power before the final hour. For control roles from the barrel of a rolled up dollar.
    The galactic clashes of money warlords:
    Rubles.
    Yuans.
    Others, and dollars…are merely bloody fights to see if hegemony live beyond the next light; in proxy wars indifferent “to collateral damage.” Victims love battles as passionate past brothers. Babies, and mothers die as they cry. They cry…
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    So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.
    For revolution grows in empty bellies.
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    The enlighten are now exhausted, growing tire of being forced to trade wealth
    for worthless pieces of green paper. Gluttonous raving of capitalist ripping the hymen of the innocent to hoard foreign oil, and gold in personal holdings. The wretched of the earth are disgusted of receiving rape to support a chaining imperium based on hate. Hate…
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    So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.
    For revolution grows in empty bellies.
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    The war in Ukraine is a war for nuclear advantage, Titans subjugating past slavic servants with rustic xenophobe, and securing energy sources to feed the same privilege. It seems all wars nowadays is for oil…petrodollar is at stake.
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    The economic armageddon against Russia, is a war in favour of world hunger. Where starving ordinary people is but a simple global ripple, of rich greedy Goliaths exchanging blows. A weaponize currency takes form in petrodollars, unsheathe as moral sanctions, to chop off the heads of opposing peasants. Leaving only oligarchs, and money king standing. Weaponize economy cripples all except the conquers of international trade resource; enabling wealth transfers from the poorest of the poor to the richest of the rich. The assassination of the middle class with extreme prejudice. Read the repeating cycles; war, high energy prices, then wealth transfer upwards from the masses.
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    So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.
    For revolution grows in empty bellies.
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    The beating of the drums of war, and the blowing of battle horns is but clever articulated noise. Noise, to control your minds, and leave your foresight of the coming starvation behind. Hunger buries your logical senses, and resurrect your primal defences casting aside reasonable reasonings to resurrect the gods of survival instincts, best friend to the graves of famines. Compelled to live in a self sustaining system of primal urges, and fulfilment. Just acting like a beast. A beast…
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    So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.
    For revolution grows in empty bellies.
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    Poor women sound your war horns in bellowing breath crying in the global capitalist wilderness; with bleeding tears for food sovereignty in ethical deserts of emptiness.
    For the ramblings of super powers, bleach the populace of life giving knowledge. So forget about your cellphones, designer clothes covering your nose. The silken panties hiding natural beauty. The meta-verse emptying your purse, and electric cars environmentally barred for lying fiction of zero exhaust emissions.
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    So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.
    For revolution grows in empty bellies.
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    Seeds of chaos are sown on barren fields, the hell hound bites after propaganda strikes, and hunger barks deep into the very dark. Subsistence independence
    should be your nutritional right, before discussing the price of your freedom plight.
    Power roles from the barrel of a rolled up dollar; even if it be unreal, but only printed fiat currency from the dreams of burglars. Purposed to steal corporeal substance fore sale with a worthless promissory note out on bail.
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    Paying for something with nothing is the unforgivable crime normalize. Trading Your soul, and God given gold for meritless ledger. The paper is still wet, freshly forced off the printing press. Conflicts are engineered to sell weapons, free advertisement without on-air payments. The mood of the Whitehouse god emperor, determines which country lives or dies in graveyards of democratic parasites leaching you dry. Prosperous or peasant…Welcome to the great reset, in the new American century of guns, and butter trade geopolitics. Is this a way to starve vicariously the global south with food weaponry? Sorry my beloved brothers and sisters, we have already lost; cause we have forsaken food security. Lost, to survive by the only option of migrating to the land of the oppressors.
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    So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.
    For revolution grows in empty bellies.
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  3. First they set him up to kill his friend and now they set him up to pay for what they asked him to do…lesson to you all traitors,when they’re done with you,they will throw you out like a dog.

  4. My take on the matter of Sankara , ALL PARTY INVONVED must be be accounted for . including France . Then with the power invested in the ruling party and the country – ALL means of of compensation rather than life sentence should be delivered. For an example , the present government MPs should take upon themselves to take a salary cut for A YEAR / France must compensate by financial means. ALL estate accumulated because of such , should be used / sold for children welfare. WHAT DO YOU SAY ? and all of this atrocity must be learned and celebrated as an African archievement , every year.

  5. How could you assassination your own black man eat together,do things together and same country of mother Africa without thinking about his family.He have to rot in the jail.NOTHING CAN HIDE UNDER THE SUN ☀️ AS GOD IS WATCHING US ☝🏿🇬🇭

  6. France was also complicité. They assisted the over throw of Sankara with Blaise Compaore. Thé extension of prosecution should be extended to the former colony. This is only part a victory, now the Burkinabe must pursuit the french! These acts of treason should not go unpunished and unforgotten.
    Vive Burkina Faso 🇧🇫 ✊🏾

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