Explanation
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
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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