Our revolution does not eat its children, but adults better watch out, was an aphorism in Tito's Yugoslavia.
In the rebellion we are witnessing in Serbia, our children must be careful, they carry this revolution for justice and the rule of law on their backs. They are called mercenaries, internal enemies, anti-Serb elements by paid Vucibatians, they threaten them, they count them, they register them, they make files.
Our children on the streets have to be afraid that some fool who is addicted to pinks and informers will trample them, whether Aleksandar Vučić will give the order to the progressive thugs to take action.
Our children are exposed to matchmaking manipulations, insults spewed by the president and his ministers, the most powerful people in the country.
And we watch and listen to it and what? We are touched, we shed tears as we walk from Belgrade to Novi Sad, oh how wonderful this youth is.
The elders who want change in this upside down country are always hiding behind college students and high school students. They block the faculties, they occupy the schools, they take to the streets, they initiate actions, they are exposed, they are targeted by this garbage from the quasi-media.
How is it possible that until now adults have not stepped forward, ready to receive the bullet intended for those children? Those young people who shook Serbia, got stuck in progressive abnormality - they are all our daughters.
Why don't the university professors go on a general strike, so that they are the ones under attack and not the students? Teachers, judges, prosecutors, policemen, soldiers, pilots, drivers, workers, peasants... All those who do not see in Vučić a messiah, but a false prophet, who do not benefit from this robbery system, who have seen through Potemkin's villages and lies.
There is no excuse anymore. Like, look how good they are doing, how great they are, we shouldn't interfere.
Students in the blockade are exposed to barrage fire, and it is only a matter of assessing the SNS peak, when it will not be just a metaphor for verbal and sporadic attacks.
This revolution threatens to eat itself, and if we adults allow it, we should crawl into a rat hole and never come out.