
By Ayo Akinfe
My mate Benjamin is no more
His passing is so very sore
What a great giant we have lost
Writers dread to value the cost
Writer and poet the man was
Zephaniah a man of words
He raised the literary stage
This Birmingham man was a sage
O how sorely we will miss you
All those who used to take a cue
From the young to the elderly
On streets and on the balcony