Strange Fruit (ex)

"Southern trees bear a strange fruit

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root

Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees


Pastoral scene of the gallant south

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh

Then the sudden smell of burnin' 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 tree to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop"

Lyrics and music by Lewis Allen in 1939. Performed by Billie Holiday.

Inspired by this great song, and the realisation that people have changed. No longer do we use ropes... we use the guise of peace, or security, vieled in sanctioned violence, to attack the minorities. So much easier than getting our hands dirty.



Poser and PS.

Borderland...

Homeland...

Wasteland...