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