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|Strange Fruit a la Blake (standard:poetry, 133 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Sep 20 2008||Views/Reads: 1903/0||Story 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? Tweet
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