Strange Fruit

It's been a long time since the lyrics were written.
In the late 30's when it was normal for lives to be smitten
in the deep of the south, don't pass the borders.
When daughter's were raped
and it was just a thing
body's swinging from branches
in the warmth of the Spring
I think I'm tired
ole girl can't take no more
looking at strange fruit
the roots have been torn
Oh Lawd
they killing us,
out in the open
blood pouring so thick
like the pic-nic
nick picking
cotton don't grow here!
father's don't come here
tears feed the vegetation
and it's sad, they ignore the devastation
on stations and channels
TV programming
I'd be damned if my daughter falls victim
they damned
and to hell with them too
they scream Black Lives Matter
but I don't know if that's true
we throw cocktail bombs
at the white men wit batons
who cuff steal to our wrists
and if Hell's a fiery abyss
I'd like to be the one
who pushes them in!
Inside my sheets
I can't sleep
and it's pouring rain
trying to figure a way to conjure the spirits of the innocent slain
I know them by name
Treyvon, Eric, and Michael
Freddie Gray had the streets in flames
smoke caused the warriors to stifle
Tamir Rice was just a child
so was Aiyana Jones
got me stomping up spirits
to put back flesh on the bones
to avenge the death
then, rest in peace
no peace in the streets
just mothers in grief.
The taste ain't sweet
and the sight ain't cute
strange fruit
holds a bitter savour
waiting for a Savior
that looks like you!
No wonder he don't come thru
don't hear the cries
No justice no peace
no Apple pies
just old souls watching
the genocide of their children
we march in peace but the small riots
are all they're filming
we march in peace like we did
with Martin
no smarter than we were then
still singing the same songs
we blinded by the lie
running away from the same truth
the strange fruit boasting on the limbs
of the tree with no roots.

Hatshepsut Amun Re