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maryanne

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Title: poem
 

       DIS POETRY

       Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
       De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots
       like shots
       Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
       Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
       Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
       Preaching follow me
       Like yu is blind sheep,
       Dis poetry is not Party Political
       Not designed fe dose who are critical.

       Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me
       bed
       It gets into me dreadlocks
       It lingers around me head
       Dis poetry goes wid me as I pedal me
       bike
       IÕve tried Shakespeare, respect due
       dere
       But did is de stuff I like.

       Dis poetry is not afraid of going ina
       book
       Still dis poetry need ears fe hear an
       eyes fe hav a look
       Dis poetry is Verbal Riddim, no big
       words involved
       An if I hav a problem de riddim gets it
       solved,
       IÕve tried to be more romantic, it
       does nu good for me
       So I tek a Reggae Riddim an build me
       poetry,
       I could try be more personal
       But youÕve heard it all before,
       Pages of written words not needed
       Brain has many words in store,
       Yu could call dis poetry Dub Ranting
       De tongue plays a beat
       De body starts skanking,
       Dis poetry is quick an childish
       Dis poetry is fe de wise an foolish,
       Anybody can do it fe free,
       Dis poetry is fe yu an me,
       DonÕt stretch yu imagination
       Dis poetry is fe de good of de Nation,

       Chant,
       In de morning
       I chant
       In de night
       I chant
       In de darkness
       An under de spotlight,
       I pass thru University
       I pass thru Sociology
       An den I got a dread degree
       In Dreadfull Ghettology.

       Dis poetry stays wid me when I run or
       walk
       An when I am talking to meself in
       poetry I talk,
       Dis poetry is wid me,
       Below me an above,
       Dis poetry's from inside me
       It goes to yu
       WID LUV.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

                             TALKING TURKEYS

                             Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
                             Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
                             Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
                             An every turkey has a Mum.
                             Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
                             Don't eat it, keep it alive,
                             It could be yu mate, an not on your
                             plate
                             Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.

                             I got lots of friends who are turkeys
                             An all of dem fear christmas time,
                             Dey wanna enjoy it, dey say humans
                             destroyed it
                             An humans are out of dere mind,
                             Yeah, I got lots of friends who are
                             turkeys
                             Dey all hav a right to a life,
                             Not to be caged up an genetically
                             made up
                             By any farmer an his wife.

                             Turkeys just wanna play reggae
                             Turkeys just wanna hip-hop
                             Can yu imagine a nice young turkey
                             saying,
                             ÒI cannot wait for de chopÓ,
                             Turkeys like getting presents, dey
                             wanna watch christmas TV,
                             Turkeys hav brains an turkeys feel
                             pain
                             In many ways like yu an me.

                             I once knew a turkey called........
                             Turkey
                             He said "Benji explain to me please,
                             Who put de turkey in christmas
                             An what happens to christmas trees?",

                             I said "I am not too sure turkey
                             But itÕs nothing to do wid Christ
                             Mass
                             Humans get greedy an waste more
                             dan need be
                             An business men mek loadsa cash'.

                             Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
                             Invite dem indoors fe sum greens
                             Let dem eat cake an let dem partake
                             In a plate of organic grown beans,
                             Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
                             An spare dem de cut of de knife,
                             Join Turkeys United an dey'll be
                             delighted
                             An yu will mek new friends 'FOR
                             LIFE'.

            OneWorld Online
 

© 1995 Benjamin Zephaniah
 
 
 

IGNORANCE

And so you say you didn't know,
Could it be you didn't inquire so?
Do you think angels dance on pins or pirouette on a string?

The unchecked offeror reigns,
Minions form lines and papers define,
Who shall receive and who shall demise,
Form long lines to somewhere,
Paper trails to no where, big surprise.

Stand in line B, oh, I mean line D.
It's all the same,
Dead ends and automotons,
Insidious power wielded by few,

Listen to musack,Debussys' Woods,
Did a tree fall or some not read?
Was this a movie or a play of the absurd?

Such power borrowed from on high,
King Leopold only required a hand,
The pyramids were built by willing slaves so you think?
The coal mines, designer shoes factories  do employ,
Willing eleven year olds for a toy?

The US label has never changed,
Moving to south or the east,
Where the least it can pay,
Chiapas or Catmandu,
A brief period of renaissance does fade,
The memories of wages commensurate with rent.

Instead of paying, how ungrateful you say,
Do I seem crazy or self destructively bent,
I'll hire and agent for $5.75, some ad space, time,
Pretty pictures and smiles,
How can you ask?
Does not my image necessarily obscure,
Your boring needs of water and gruel.
 
 
 

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