Strange fruit hanging from the trees
Blood-stained tears and broken dreams.
Lynched bodies swinging in the breeze
Silent screams in the midnight beams.
Their color was their only crime.
Their flesh was marked by hate and scorn.
They didn't deserve this fate or time
Their lives cruelly cut and torn.
Oh, the bitter taste of injustice
That we've inherited as a nation.
The pain and trauma of our past
Are still felt by the black population.
But let us not forget the legacy
Of those who fought and struggled on
Their sacrifice was a victory
Against the hate that they had known.
So, let us honor their memory
And work towards a better society
Where justice and equality
Will be the norm for all humanity.
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From Deep Within
PoetryA group of Original Poems that were written by your truly on a variety of subjects and topics. My inspiration for these poems came from artwork, music, nature, and many other sources.
