Karate
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruitBlood on the leaves, and blood at the rootBlack bodies swinging in the southern breezeStrange fruit hanging from poplar treesPastoral scene of gallant soundThe bulging eyes and twisted mouthScent of magnolia, sweet and freshThe sudden smell of burning fleshHere is fruit for the crows to pluckFor the rain to gather, for the wind to suckFor the sun to rot, the tree to dropHere is a strange and bitter crop
From Letras Mania