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.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We say sisters and brothers don't fear.
They will do anything for the Mayor.
The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
They're looking for victims and poets to rent.
They represent me without my consent.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
In suits they dither in fear of anarchy.
They take our sufferings and earn a salary.
Steal our souls and make their documentaries.
Inform daily on our community.
Without Black suffering they'd have no jobs.
Without our dead they'd have no office.
Without our tears they'd have no drink.
If they stopped sucking we could get justice.
The coconuts are getting paid.
Men, women and Brixton are being betrayed.
For Andrew James: Zephaniah writes so that everybody can read, including you and I who went inside the four walls/not of prison but of college and those folks who populate the alleys and ghettos of all the corners. He said his mission is to take poetry everywhere, as it has never been done. You charged him with countering old sins of the West; sorry the guy is mad at your progenitors for the rapes committed against his own. Leave the poor alone, Andrew.
We despairing, they careering. Poignant poem...truth indeed
Sob. And it is these same people who carry bibles and again represent God without His permission. Without Love there is man of cloth.
The great Engksh poet Benjamin has hit the nails on the heads, so very true! Excellent to read and huge pleasure we get. Enormously! I like all his poems very much. Congrats on being chosen as The Modern Ooem Of The Day, hoorray!
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. facts of life. tony
The coconuts have got the jobs. The race industry is a growth industry. We despairing, they careering. a great poem on the injustices.. tony
Without our dead they'd have no office. Without our tears they'd have no drink. If they stopped sucking we could get justice. The coconuts are getting paid. Men, women and Brixton are being betrayed. The evil of all age. is this race industry....... tony
drivel... evidence that english culture is falling into a cesspool of illiterate dunderheads... zephaniah's ouvre is empty headed drivel... he has little to say other than preachy diatribes imparted with trivial insights slapped together for mass consumption and appeal... most children write better poetry than this garbage..