Rumours - Capital Letters

There will be wars and rumours of war

In this dread, dread, dread, dreadful land

There will be people killing people

There will be famine, famine, famine and starvation…

You better hear me when I say

Brethren watch and pray

Because that day

Is not so far away from judgement day comes

When there will be wailing

Children screaming and grown men crying

I see the mother, they bawl for their daughters

Why cause their daughters, they are only young children

Bearing young children!

Bearing young children!

You see they’ve lost the respect

For their grandparents children