Benjamin Zephaniah Poems – Poems of Benjamin Zephaniah

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Take some Picts, Celts and Silures

And let them settle,

Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.

Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas

Cos’ turkeys just wanna hav fun

Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked

An every turkey has a Mum.

I come from a musical place

Where they shoot me for my song

And my brother has been tortured

By my brother in my land.

At the bottom of my garden

There’s a hedgehog and a frog

And a lot of creepy-crawlies

Living underneath a log,

Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops

De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots

Dis poetry is designed fe rantin

Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,

In Hawaii they Hula

They Tango in Argentina

They Reggae in Jamaica

And they Rumba down in Cuba,

I used to think nurses

Were women,

I used to think police

Were men,

I waz walking down Wyefront street

When me trousers ran away,

I waz feeling incomplete

But still me trousers would not stay,

I waz whitemailed

By a white witch,

Wid white magic

An white lies,

The coconuts have got the jobs.

The race industry is a growth industry.

We despairing, they careering.

We want more peace they want more police.

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