“Our own correspondent
Is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time
That all is not well
On the borders
There’s movement
In the hills
There is trouble
Food is short
Crime is double
Prices have risen
Since the government fell
Casualties increase
As the enemy shell
The climate’s unhealthy
Flies and rats thrive
And sooner or later
The end will arrive
This is your correspondent
Running out of tape
Gunfire’s increasing
Looting…
Burning…
Rape…”
