I wrote about this poet on my Romanian blog – plutacupaparude – where I “post” my own poems. His poems are disturbing, I already read two books – Too Black, Too Strong and PROPA PROPAGANDA – and almost everything I found about him on the Internet. For me, Benjamin Zephaniah is a modern-day François Villon.
I hope that Benjamin Zephaniah will not be upset on me if I write one poem on my blog.
Terrible World I’ve seen streets of blood Redda dan red There waz no luv Just bodies dead And I think to myself What a terrible world. I’ve seen pimps and priests Well interfused Denying peace To the kids they abuse And I think to myself What a terrible world. The killer who’s hero The rapist who’s indoors The trade in human cargo And dead poets on tours I’ve seen friends put in jail For not being rich And mass graves made From a football pitch. I’ve seen babies scream Nobody cared Civilians starve Whilst troops are prepared And I think to myself What a terrible world Yes I think to myself What a terrible world.
My soul - The country of the rising words 