Reuters

A 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, harvest double
Prices have risen since the government fell
Casualties increase as the enemies shell
The climate's unhealthy, flies in my flight
And sooner or later the end will arrive
This is your correspondent running out of tape
The fires are increasing, burning, burning, burning