Benjamin Zephaniah

(15 April 1958 / Birmingham)

Comments about Benjamin Zephaniah

  • Sandra (3/14/2018 3:22:00 PM)

    Asam poam

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  • Maria Pia (3/13/2018 7:36:00 PM)

    Benjamin, I'm an English (ESL) teacher and I'm looking for a poem of yours I once heard. It's called Who we are or Who are we and it talks about many differences and similarities among people. I haven't been able to find it anywhere and I know it's published on a children's book, I came across it at a Congress about Education and one of the presenters read it, it was beautiful. Could you please tell me where I could find it? I don't remember the name of the book either.

  • Noah C (2/26/2018 1:07:00 PM)

    Yo man dese poem tings are sick. keep going man you were born with a gift. keep using it for the world to see.

  • paula (2/25/2018 11:54:00 AM)

    Ilove this guy, saw him live a few years ago and have a few of his books and tapes

  • Ducks (2/6/2018 5:44:00 AM)

    Hi I’m on Twitter I am calling u

  • elizebeth (2/5/2018 2:35:00 PM)

    he is an amzing artist in the poem with a great soul...I wish him all the great of luck... :)

  • ben dublin (1/12/2018 7:01:00 AM)

    ojvhfhjvhvhvhvhvhvhvhvvv f

  • kenny (12/19/2017 7:09:00 AM)

    its crap and boaring

  • kenny (12/19/2017 7:08:00 AM)

    its rubbish and boaring

  • poem lover (12/6/2017 7:33:00 PM)

    i love his poems :) he is amazing i like the Nature Trail.

Best Poem of Benjamin Zephaniah

The British

Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.

Remove the Romans after approximately 400 years
Add lots of Norman French to some
Angles, Saxons, Jutes and Vikings, then stir vigorously.

Mix some hot Chileans, cool Jamaicans, Dominicans,
Trinidadians and Bajans with some Ethiopians, Chinese,
Vietnamese and Sudanese.

Then take a blend of Somalians, Sri Lankans, Nigerians
And Pakistanis,
Combine with some Guyanese
And turn up the heat.

Sprinkle some fresh Indians, Malaysians, ...

Read the full of The British

De Rong Song

Your house is
Falling down
Around
Your
Feet,
And you got
Nought
To eat,
Don't worry

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