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I see strange fruit,
That dropped from the trees,
Rolling to ally gutters and street corners,
And I see where bites were taken. ..

These fruits of many shades,
Have no shade in the summer,
Just blood on kids laces,
And blood on the pavement
Blood on play grounds,
And bodies rotting across the street,
Funerals around the way,
Mothers running pastors,
And the pastor doesn’t even know who to pray to anymore,
The smell of the strange fruit breaks his concentration…

Someone please stop the madness…

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