Benjamin Zephaniah

(15 April 1958 / Birmingham)

The British


Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.
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  • Rookie Andrew Davids (10/20/2012 6:34:00 AM)

    Mix in the Romans, make Britain more like Rome. Mix in the Jutes, make Britain more like Denmark. Mix in the French, make Britain more like France. Mix in the Nigerians, make Britain more like Nigeria. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dinos Mahoney (1/7/2011 1:22:00 PM)

    Where are the Irish and the Poles? And London has a Greek language radio station, but no Greeks? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ewa Espling (5/28/2008 2:04:00 PM)

    you have mix't it well: O) even from a swedish point of view......
    I enjoy reading your poems alot...And hope one day they become a reality... keep on going.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bill Thomas (2/8/2008 5:32:00 AM)

    Wonderful stuff: as a history teacher introducing Year 7s to the waves of invasions from Romans to Normans, I find your poem sums things up brilliantly, not just the past, but where we are now, & where we should be going. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anam Rizvi (12/3/2006 11:29:00 AM)

    I wish that this dream you have spun right here comes true. I just hope there is a way to make this happen. (Report) Reply

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