Civil War.

They seek him here they seek him there he is tall and thin and sports a mustache, you can call him lanky and his wife slim. Over Damascus in his posh neighbourhood drones fly looking for him, but they must be sure and not hit a foreign embassy. He has been pitiless used chemical weapon, not depleted uranium, Agent Orange or or liquid phosphorous, but something worse, he must be punished. When found he will, for the good of democracy, be assassinated, together with his wife, children and chattel. The rebels can take over – there are so many of them- they will fight and kill each other in the name of religion and for power, the sweet taste of command. Stuck in the middle of this mayhem are the Christians, they better leave now; because you ain´t seen nothing yet.