VV's Elvis Hoxha ironifies: The killer calls for death penalty, but when he kills power we sit like chickens

Vetevendosje Movement member Elvis Hoxha has written down on his Facebook account, where he talked about the explanation being made to the murders of eight people in Selenica, Vlora, writes Periscope.

Many people have sought the return of the death penalty, while Hoxha has been ironising with these reactions.

This is his full handwriting:

I woke up today with a feeling of pride for the society I'm part of. It's a society with a deep sense of justice cry. From all sides we've been raised as the only body to demand the return of the death penalty. We can never accept that a man who killed 8 people is still alive. It is truly terrible for a man who has killed eight people to live.
We are a society that takes hold of the concept of life, that we have sacred life, but above all, we love righteousness, especially when it is on the part of the strong. Because Zykaj is one and he killed eight people. The police have caught him and he has no choice. So we can go and give our face a death sentence. But when death generates power and the system we sit like chickens. Because as far as I remember, we've seen people get killed on the boulevard, we've learned the unprecedented name by then Gerdec, we've seen 1997 assisting thousands of murders because of the unjust enforcement of property distribution, but I don't remember calling that we want the death penalty when the system dies.

I'm proud to be born in this company of mighty men. For the wretched killer we demand the death penalty. Let the death penalty return, for we have as much misery as you want. The black media chronicles work just to tell us how much punishable poverty we have, or how much impunity we have. We are born with a sense of justice in the blood, and all shame for our fears will bring upon the next woe. We were looking forward to having someone commit murder over him to pay off the reproach we have on our conscience after thousands of murders of violence and crime, isolated or systemic.

We're one of those wretched ones that Migen wrote the verses that we all remember:

Woe is fate, but there's only rags,
End of story, flags of hope
You know what?

He added something that had neither the eye nor the mind:

Woe is no joy, but only sorrow.
Unbearable pain that makes you crazy,
So you can reach the rope and go back and forth
or BAHE FOOOD PREGRAFH.