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Strange Fruit a la Blake (standard:poetry, 133 words)
Author: kendall thomas Added: Sep 20 2008Views/Reads: 1928/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)

Nigger, nigger, 

hanging from the tree 

how you Christian white folk smiled 

your work to see, 

strange fruit dangling among the leaves. 


Did God smile 

your work to see? 

Did He who made the nigger 

make thee? 


“Oh come on, white folk, 

gather round; 

watch the nigger 

flail above the ground. 


Come on. 

you pretty young girls, 

in your flour sack cotton dresses, 

giggle while the nigger 

swing by his tresses.” 


As the nigger burns 

I see your faces 

smiling gleefully 

in various places. 


Was there no pity 

for the lamb? 

Did He, too, receive 

the scorn of man? 


Oh, nigger, nigger, 

burning bright 

in the forest of the night - 


Did He smile 

this work to see? 

Did He who made the nigger 

make thee? 


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