Elegy Mikey Smith - Me Cyaan Believe it
by William Edwin Virtue

Me cyaan believe it - me one lyrical atypical Caribbean son,
Garvey birthday a fi you doomsday, what a loss, you step already!
Voice cut off over politricks, over nothing, cause nothing ever change,
But you was a go change things perhaps, you was a change the world to rock steady.
Young but large a foreign, London, Cuba, Paris, Milan, only twenty nine me cyaan believe it you step already.

Me cyaan believe another innocent senseless illustrious victim a Garrison politicks
Wha mek you trouble culture whe stush on the campaign trail,
Your thing a nuh politricks but youth poverty hard as rock,
You, who was never a dollar-a day dread but a genuine Rasta
Dead from a hit pon you head me cyaan believe it you step already.

But you nuh really dead, we all member you, the words alive,
The spirit of you passionate renderings alive, you dub poetry will never die,
The truth you write alive, you political insights alive
With Mutabaruka and Kwesi young Rasta lions all together,
‘Lawd God Almighty in heaven whe you be - but me cyaan believe it you step already.

Haiku for Mikey Smith
By Andrene Bonner

Dis dub nah go done
Till di stone is brought to trial
Dat kill di dub poet.