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...

Rape....