The strange fruit by Abel Meeropol

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 popular trees.


Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of majnolia 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