Strang Fruit

From my side of the tree strange fruit hangs The blood stains the roots of my ancestor’s pain This is my history that is not pretty but true This is American History, I thought you already knew? From this noose my brothers and sister hung Until no slither of life was left in their lungs But the story does not end there There were a few who saw this injustice And said how is this fair to hang a man for having the audacity to want to be free Who understood education is and was the key Chop down the tree but the roots will remain Still entangled in our thoughts of injustice and pain, But a new tree has been planted and watered with hope