Where am I ?

Where am I?
The beating of the drums.....boom,boom,boom...from the crack of dawn to dusk.
The piercing screams of children as if their limbs are being torn limb from limb.
Men wandering around aimlessly with glazed looks, pupils transfixed, as if their manhood has been stripped from them.
Women huddled together in pairs, groups - yellings, screaming, stopping dead in their tracks when another one of their kind passes by.....searching for what they have and where they got it...yearning for more...more....more!!!!!!
Everyone in chaos,grabbing morsals of food as if it was the last supper, in tastless clothes, dishevelled, heaving,pulling out their hair....
Oh my God...
Where AM I??????


I am Charlestown Square, of course!
He...He...