Karan Casey
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bearing strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swinging in the southern breezeStrange fruit hanging from the poplar treesPastoral scene of the gallant southThem big bulging eyes and the twisted mouthScent of magnolias, sweet and freshThen the sudden smell of burning fleshHere is fruit for the crows to pluckFor the rain to gather, for the winds to suckFor the sun to rot, for the trees to dropHere is a strange and bitter crop
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