RIP 😢

Jah bless ❤️ you made a change in me RIP brother Benjamin

Benjamin deeply saddened with your passing, saw him perform just twice and he was awesome, may he rest in peace😢

True legend

Well yh.. duh.. we still have money..👀

​@@Laura-sg6ss WOW thanks for the point!! I'll take that on board. You should be a poet.

@@TakeMeBackPirateRadio I am 🙂

@@Laura-sg6ss And good luck to you 🙂

Sad day today, man was part of my childhood R.I.P 🙏🏾

Glad it's not just me I heard this in School one time for an English Lesson about 10 years ago and I come back to it all the time

@@Suplagen Is ıt because of dyslexia :D?

@@pandacraft_7821 who

@@Suplagen you

@@pandacraft_7821 no u

Benjamin... Sempai!...

He’s my bae bro

I touch myself to him

I just replied

I think he’s a lbut little weird, but quirky. He is the boat beatutiufil man I’m ever saw my in life awwwww!

100%

International! ❤

I think that adds to the point!

*THAT'S THE JYOOOOOKE* lmao

@@crystalclear6864, exactly. I was going to say something very similar to that.

In 91, that's a bloody long time ago.

@@therespectedlex9794 How far we've come since then. ...?

@@darinchiasson Helps if radio DJs can get his name right.

Listen carefully and transcribe it. It's profound. All human ills laid bare at its source.

Peaky blinders

Money make a rich man feel like a big man It make a poor man feel like a hooligan A one parent family feels like a ruffian An those who have it won’t give you anything Money makes your friend become your enemy You start to see things very superficially Your life is lived very artificially Unlike those who live in poverty Money affects your ego But money brings you down Money causes problems anywhere money is found Food is what we need Food is necessary Let me grow my food An dem can eat dem money Money can save us But yet we feel doomed Plenty money burns in a nuclear mushroom Money can make you happy Money can help you when you die An those who have it continually live a lie Children are dying Spies are spying Refugees are fleeing Politicians are lying An deals are done An webs are spun An no one keeps the third world on the run An the brother feels better than the brothers next door Cause his brothers got money an his brothers got more The brother thinks a brother’s not a brother cause he’s poor When a brother kills another that is economic war Economic war we call it economic war It may not be the east and west anymore But the north and south third world far lord Coffee an isle That’s what it’s about Economic war Economic war Shots fired from the stock market floor So we work for a livin’ An we try an we try With so little time for chillin’ Like we’re livin a lie Money makes a dream become reality Money makes real life like a fantasy Money has a habit of going to the head I have some for the rainy day underneath me bed Money problems make it hard to relax Money makes it difficult to get down to the facts Money makes you worship vanity and lies Money is a drug with legal highs The parents of poor kids Some are not coping Some are just managing Books that need balancin’ Property is theft No money means death You pay for your rent An then nothing left Some will pick your pocket Some will pay to stop it Those who will pay to stop it They happy cause they got it Some go out an fight for it Some claim they got the right to it An people like my grandparents Live long but never side it Money made me go out an rob Then it made me go looking for a job Money made the nurse And the doctor emigrate Money buys friends you love to hate Money made slavery seem alright Money brought the Bible An the Bible shone the light Victory to the penniless The gospel shows us We come to mash those market forces The paper giant called market forces

Kiwi, did you get an assignment of some sort with it?

No, but Louise Glück is, absolutely. Don't know about Louis.

@@BloodaxeBooks true poetry is an epoch always. it should compel many many re- readings . I doubt if Gluck will force me do it.

the stamp and genius of a poet will be in each line written by him. that greatness follows him beyond his grave.

just look.at Zephaniah. A dub poet makes lot of noise that frightens Muse.

Alice Oswald is a greater poet than Louis Gluck.