Letra de Reuters

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....