Oh, mama, Oh, mama
Oh, mama, now
Say a prayer for yuh son
Dem out a street wit’ gun
Yout’ man dem lookin’ a fight
Mi feel seh blood ah run tonight
Teach yuh children wrong and right
Don’t yuh know it’s a dreadful life
Fiyah bun, world done
Jah-Jah come, man
It look like Armageddon
World leaders, World leaders
World leaders, now
Unu plannin’ for yuh war
But we cyaan tek nuh more
Yuh know we seen dis all before
An we nuh want unu wicked war
Ah one ting dat mi know fi sure
One day, we nah go tek nuh more
Fiyah bun, world done
Jah-Jah come, man
It look like Armageddon
Starvation and poverty
Mi look around and it’s all mi see
Is there hope for society?
Dem suck de life outta you and me
Fiyah bun, world done
Jah-Jah come, man
It look like Armageddon
When mi check the situation
Lawd, mi haffe ask why
We all need redemption
Hear de sufferahs dem ah cry
Fiyah bun, world done
Jah-Jah come, man
It look like Armageddon
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Randy Baker is the editor of St. Somewhere. His poetry has most recently been published in The Copperfield Review and tongues of the ocean. In summer of 2010, he will be releasing "Beyond the Horizon", a collection of poetry and prose.
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