Therapy? Reuters song lyrics

Our correspondent is sorry to tell

Of an uneasy time, that all is not well

On the borders there's movement

In the hills there's trouble

Food is short, crime is double

Prices have risen since the government fell

Casualties increase as the enemies shell

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive

And sooner than later the end will arrive

This is your correspondent running out of tape

Gunfire's increasing

Burning

Looting

Rape