I was in New Orleans
last week
and it was warm
and birds were singing.
now I'm in Cape Town
and the wind has come
and though my skin is darker still
I can feel that I am losing the sun.

I caught a glimpse of Monique
on a TV screen
in the midst of The Cape Flats
It sickens me to see
how pretty.

It sickens me
to be so sickened
still and still and still
and still.

The heat of Rio
is fading.
The blues are winning everywhere.
I have to go
I have to go again
to find the sun.

Vive la revolution.