Strange Fruit

Strange Fruit Bright yellow petals are adorned at my feet My shaven head is covered with people’s hands surrounding me in the suns ever increasing heat I am amongst brothers and sisters who would die for me but rather we eat Strange fruits all shapes and sizes never seen before on the largest wooden table that extends across a street We are truly thankful for this is a feast for all humanity to greet I talk of what we do and say to each other but surely this is the best way we can starve the war mongers into defeat To share all of our fruits of labour whether we pray in Muslim or Christianity because does not the fruit taste the same either segmented or complete.