Strange Fruit a la Blake (standard:poetry, 133 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Sep 20 2008	Views/Reads: 3334/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Racism.

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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