A stark reminder of atrocities on Blacks...

"STRANGE FRUIT" by Abel Meeropol (aka Lewis Alan)


Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black body swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and 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 a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

**** Very stark , in -your-face and quite dark. But i love it. Abel Meeropol wrote it as a reminder of the lynching and slavery that the Blacks were subjected to , during that time (1930s).