We Black men of England <br />Too proud to cry for shame, <br />Let's cry a sea <br />Cry publicly, <br />Expose our very pain, <br />For Babylon the bandit <br />Is on our sisters trail, <br />The bad talk <br />And the cool walk <br />Will not keep us out of jail. <br /> <br />We Black men of England <br />Our guns are killing us, <br />How dare we? <br />Now hear me <br />How great is dangerous? <br />There's a fascist and a druggist <br />Out to get our kith and kin, <br />Let silent guns <br />Save our sons <br />The power is within. <br /> <br />We Black men of England <br />Excel as if in sport <br />For our people, <br />Because some people <br />Want to see our face in court, <br />When we Black men of England <br />Look the mirror in the face, <br />Through our sisters eyes <br />We men shall rise <br />As proud sons of our race.<br /><br />Benjamin Zephaniah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sos-save-our-sons/