Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning 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
この詩の本当の意味は，教養のある人ならお分かりになると思いますが，非常に残酷です。
South ＝ 人種差別に苦しみ，人権闘争で戦った勇気のある黒人が多く住むアメリカ南部
Fruit = 黒人
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