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Our own correspondent is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time that all is not well
On the borders there's movement,
on the hills there is trouble
Food is short, crime is doubled

Prices have risen since the great fell
Casualties increase as the enemies shell
Climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive
And sooner or later the end will arrive

This is your correspondent
Run out of tape
Gunfire's increasing
Looting, burning, rape