Strange Fruit –

May 12, 2018/2 Comments/in Poetry /by admin

Walking through the dark woods one night I see

Strange Fruit

Swinging black as the night from a white oak tree

Strange Fruit hanging

And I gaze up and ask what crime was committed

Strange Fruit hanging down

Or was there none but what was made fitted

Strange Fruit hanging down from

What little excuse to steal this man from his life

Strange Fruit hanging down from a

I wonder did they see crying his mother or his wife

Strange Fruit hanging down from a Southern

And did they still stand laughing at this

Strange Fruit hanging down from a Southern Tree. SK

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