Please give him a hand,
Help him,
He too has silent moments
He could do without,
I have worked with him
And I know
He needs stroking
He needs to play
Let him know you are there.
I knew him when he was unknown
I knew him when he was happy,
Now he's angry You will luv him,
He lives on the edge
He has highs and lows,
And I know
He hates publicity
And he luvs you all,
Be quiet
And let's hear it for
The angry black poet.
Written by Benjamin Zephaniah
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