STRANGE FRUIT

(Billie Holiday)



Southern trees bear a strange fruit,

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Oh----- Oh:-----



Pastoral scene of the gallant South

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh

And the sudden smell of burning 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 trees to drop

Oh, ----- here is a strange and bitter --- crop.

Oh, --- here is a strange and bitter crop.

@blues @political

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