Killed by a million insensitive words

Words go deep

they creep into my scars and wounds

I cannot tell that you meant it or not

or even realise the damage you cause

I know I am flawed 

But sometimes you love me open mouthed with the things that come from your jaw 

they are too raw.

If you strangle me it would be cleaner 

but your words are meaner

do you mean what you say?

Your words spray 

Cut like a split artery 

hurt people hurt people 

but sometimes evil is insensitivity

callous chaos 

I cry 

and want to die 

emotion abuse

obtuse 

and won’t relent 

I can’t vent or your words will grow worse 

and more vicious 

you and I are from different worlds 

and I can tell

that you believe I sometimes belong in hell.

Benjamin Zephaniah

Politricks 

satire and humour

you taught me that behind clever rhymes 

is the life played on repeat 

even if it’s on the rong radio station 

you lived your life as a warrior poet

with your black belt 

and heart felt verse

you spoke words not to fill your purse or wallet

but because you wanted to make a change 

in this world of racism and drama 

you wanted better karma for us all

though your words have been graffitied onto walls

and written in our minds for all time

Rasta master poet 

the man with the flow don’t we know it

a dread degree in ghettology

but a man of philosophy and psychology with 

eloquence who spoke to us all

and with a tear in remembrance 

I celebrate your life 

may you walk in heavens fields

and may we never yield to injustice 

like you taught us 

because you taught us life’s value 

and the value of all people 

anarchy and self determinism 

we choose our fate 

to fight for what’s right 

like you’d say is never too late!