Attend my lays, ye ever honored Nine,
Assist my labors, and my strains refine;
In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now demands my song.
Southern trees bearing a strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swinging in the Southern breezeStrange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of... STRANGE FRUIT by Abel Meeropol
