This article was written in a moment of rage. No intro. No leniency. It is full of insults targeting the political class occupying the parliament and the government.

I am addressing you in the name of people who are sleeping with their children in their homes amid power cuts with the smell of garbage and your accumulated corruption wafts from their windows.

I am addressing March 14, 8 and what lies in between.

I am addressing the Future Movement Chief who is residing in a far away country, while his nationals in Beirut and Sidon as well as other regions are suffering from living crises and security chaos, whereby weapons are heavily used; starting from the knife which stabbed George al-Reef to the frequent launching of Energa shells fired by thugs of al-Zeaitriyeh neighborhood.

I am addressing Hezbollah Party fighting in Syria, where young men are falling, leaving their families in limbo roaming in Lebanon's dark and stinky streets carrying the burden of living as well as their kin who might return in a coffin.

I am addressing the Free Patriotic Movement and mainly its King Minister who promised to secure electricity, water and telecom but never kept his word. Look at him now insisting on tackling the cabinet's mechanism while people are searching for a mechanism to stay alive.

I am addressing the Progressive Socialist Party, whose minister resorted to the finest words in the dictionary to defend its chief against a slight critic. He is the same one who is - at his ease- letting his supporters either open wide their regions door for the trash or defend the environment.

I am addressing all parties and figureheads with no discrimination. He, who is without sin among you, should be the first to throw a stone at others. He who did not contribute to dividing the country should step down from this rotten political class.

I am addressing you in the name of the families of abducted servicemen, who are dying every single day while waiting for you to fulfill your empty and false promises, while you get worried if your child went absent for an hour.

I am addressing you in the name of the teachers whose rights are neglected; in the name of the servicemen who are undermined by your political decisions; in the name of the unemployed due to the lack of your social policy; in the name of hungry people who are increasing every single day; in the name of ill people who cannot afford treatment; in the name of orphans and widows who lost their kin due to your wars, protests and your supporters' stray bullets.

I am writing although I am confident that nothing will change. Your conscience won't be shaken up. None of you will give up on his monthly salary to donate it to a poor who is searching for bread in the garbage. You won't approve any decree if it contains no personal benefit. You won't ratify a law recalling that your salaries as deputies are paid off from our pockets.

I am writing although I am confident that the Lebanese who are enraged today by the garbage piles, power cuts, water pollution and traffic jam will applaud you again tomorrow whenever invited to a festival. They will vote for you again, you know why? Because with their attitude and rejection of new blood in the political class, they don’t deserve any better.

Adapted from an article originally written in Arabic by Dany Haddad