Strange Fruit #BlackLivesMatter

Southern trees

Bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop


Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Lewis Allan

Strange Fruit lyrics © Music Sales Corporation, Edward B Marks Music Company, Marks Edward B. Music Corp., Edward B. Marks Music Co.

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  1. It’s not just a case of black and white.
    Seeing the casual brutality of the policeman pushing the old man over – it’s when people, don’t see people, as people. And when this is authorised, even condoned by authority – we get a strong young man, pushing over an old man, without giving it a second thought.
    And the other policemen, just parted to walk round the old man, lying on the ground.
    That’s the thing – seeing others, as others, not as ….US.

    That’s what needs to change.

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