Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop. A poem written by Abel Meeropol and later sang by Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, and India Arie. This poem describes the lynching and hanging of blacks in america.
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 06:00:31 +0000