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We Black men of England
Too proud to cry for shame,
Let's cry a sea
Cry publicly,
Expose our very pain,
For Babylon the bandit
Is on our sisters trail,
The bad talk
And the cool walk
Will not keep us out of jail.
We Black men of England
Our guns are killing us,
How dare we?
Now hear me
How great is dangerous?
There's a fascist and a druggist
Out to get our kith and kin,
Let silent guns
Save our sons
The power is within.
We Black men of England
Excel as if in sport
For our people,
Because some people
Want to see our face in court,
When we Black men of England
Look the mirror in the face,
Through our sisters eyes
We men shall rise
As proud sons of our race.
Benjamin Zephaniah
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Amanda Pinson
(11/24/2008 8:16:00 AM) |
this is amazing! your really making studying these poems easy :)
from all the people in my librabry at the moment
x
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Patricia Martin
(9/28/2004 8:25:00 AM) |
Hello Benjamin
Just to say hi and I love your poems...just saw them today for the first time.
Bye
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