Our own correspondant 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 correspondant, running out of
tape Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning,
rape
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