By Cloe Hajjar

I wake up on the 27th day of my country’s revolution only to find it burning again…
I opened my eyes on the 4th week of my country’s awakening only to the sight of more blood…
After almost a month of my Lebanon’s rising, we all see it fall down and go back to square one.
Square one… did we even move? Or have we been just sitting there all along?
Square one! Burning tires, closed roads, empty promises, useless politicians, men down, widowed wives, orphaned children, passive soldiers, angry people…
Angry people… maybe not angry enough…