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.
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