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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

 

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

 

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

 

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8 hours ago, sphinxsix said:

 

I'm a huge fan of Banksy, I hope no-one will mind my posting of his most recent piece of art.

 

 

 

 

I thought of posting that image here when I saw it in the news.

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Hey, hey, hey, hey
It's just a fever of greed
Don't believe in the white American dream
God bless inequality
The poor vote the rich
To hammer nails in their feet

Land of the free
Land of the free
Land of the free
Land of the free

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Fake news divides to conceal
History's rich get to keep whatever they steal
This buffet's all you can eat
Devouring resources
Of our sons and daughters

Land of the free
Land of the free
Land of the free
Land of the free

Don't sell me, it's okay
Don't sell me, it's okay
Bought into this crap
That we can't take back

Here's the dream
Ivory tapestry
Dovetailing empathy

Centipede
So connive
Hundred feet
Dance to the beat

Mycelium
Nisonise
Sun provides
Energy

Lungs to breathe
Enough now for everyone
Harmonize
Land of the free

Don't sell me, it's okay
Don't sell me, it's okay
Bought into this crap
That we can't take back

 

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I listen to the words that whisper in my ear
I've heard the words of anger, i know the words of fear
But are whispered in the shadows, the only word of freedom

 

Anti-apartheid is all that i hear

 

To separate the colours and break the rainbow sign
To ask the finest painter to draw a crooked line
Will only slow the journey to here again another time

 

Anti-apartheid is all that's on my mind

 

I cannot bear to think of people cast aside
I fail to see the reason why of colour you must hide
And why of freedom can't you sing a song to change the rushing tide

 

Anti-apartheid is what you must decide

 

Anti-apartheid is what you must decide

 

Now 50 years of science has brought us to the moon
Yet of 50 years of talking of freedom coming soon
Has taught us nothing but to split and segregate a room

 

Anti-apartheid is a hope of freedom soon

 

If men were of one colour how silly life would be
A regimented army to work a factory
That produces daily a gift of boredom given free

 

Anti-apartheid is what it's meant to be

 

 

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Driva' man he made a life.
But the Mamie ain't his wife.

Choppin' cotton don't be slow
Better finish out your row

Keep a movin' with that plow
Driva' man'll show ya how

Git to work and root that stump
Driva' man'll make ya jump

Better make your hammer ring
Driva' man'll start to swing

Ain't but two things on my mind
Driva' man quittin' time

Driva' man he made a life.
But the Mamie ain't his wife.

Choppin' cotton don't be slow
Better finish out your row

Keep a movin' with that plow
Driva' man'll show ya how

Git to work and root that stump
Driva' man'll make ya jump

Better make your hammer ring
Driva' man'll start to swing

Ain't but two things on my mind
Driva' man quittin' time

Driva' man de kind of boss
Ride a man and lead a horse

When his cat 'o nine tail fly
You'd be happy just to die

Runaway and you'll be found
By his big old red bone hound

Pater oller bring ya back.
Make ya sorry you is black.

Driva' man he made a life.
But the Mamie ain't his wife.

Ain't but two things on my mind.
Driva' man and quittin' time...

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