Maysaloon - ميسلون

My country is in the grip of revolution, civil war and the mother of all international scheming and political intrigue. How can somebody try and articulate the sheer horror and despair that I - that all of us - feel about what's been happening? At some point language just isn't enough. I watch - without wanting to - video after video of people who have been killed there and I notice the pasty complexions and the glazed look of eyes that are no longer needed. A man or woman, sometimes a child, lie dead with lips that once kissed a loved one, hair that was once caressed, hands that were once held, but now destined for a slow corruption. It's all so bloody awful. There is an aching pain in my chest that won't go away and I'm so tired all the time.