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Walk with me here
 Where the magic scent of Mari Juana
 Perfumes the slum night
 Putting little children to sleep
 Who had no kite
 For the wind of dreams

 This is Kingston
 The dungle of jungle
 Where the lion sleeps
 Don't wake him now
 He dreams reggae songs
 On a petalous bundle of hope.

 Looking towards the east
 Aspirations of the coming Messiah is cast in mist
 Curling from the trees like smoke.
 Smell keenly out of scraps of tatus
 The scent of the same smoke unbrim the eyes
 Days falls on a urban street where the cat lands on nimble feet

 You may look and see all this
 But do not thing you know us,
 Nor turn away from this in some disgust
 That human existance could be so precarious
 Feel the pulse of laughter here
 The unbreakable, inexhaustible wing of trust

 We love better than this, and would live
 Better than this, but miss nothing there
 Death is triumphant here
 And triumph paves the day with sadness
 Smell our nights like women in the streets
 Mari Juana day's harsh words deletes

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