Maroon Boy, You Must Go Home Now

Maroon boy, you must go home now Go walk naked in your tropic sun And scan the bush for the wild sow And test your youth in the jarring run Go to your woodland and recall Every bush and tree by its name Listen to hear a mango fall And smile when the poinsettia flame This is too noisy a place, child The cars cough their carbon black as night Into my lung, I am defiled By secret waves humming with red light Or invisible as bad ghosts Churning my cells to sickness and death These cities are frail frantic hosts And the children here, are full of fret Maroon boy, you cannot stay here The wilderness calls you over there.