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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 had 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 arise

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