Strange Fruit

by Trina Williams-Emigh

The branches of our history
Bare strange fruit
We were once hung
And died for truth
Now we are rotten
With no cause too boot
Pursuit of the dollar
Invites the breaking of laws
Justice system not offering
An opt-out-clause
Weíve lost respect for the past
In search of the present
Somehow canít seem to remember a time
When life was pleasant
Heard we were slaves
Never saw one
Heard about King
But thatís been long done
The revolution wasnít televised
So didnít believe it existed
Too young to even know of the winners
That were black glove fisted
Heard of Malcolm
But no idea who he really was
Only interested in----
The hype, the flash, the buzz
And what about the rainbow coalition
Didnít bother to listen
The bullet or the ballot
Their vote was missiní
And still I rise
All but forgotten
Because this eraís strange fruit
Is spoiledÖ..and rotten


Strange Fruit by Trina Williams-Emigh

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