Tie a String, Go for a Walk
This is based off a larger drawing I did in High School, we were learning about lynch mobs and the the teacher handed out these pieces of paper as we listened to this song by Billie Holiday, it hit me, really hard, I was depressed the rest of that day and drew basically a larger version of this in my notebook. I kept this piece of paper with the drawing and saw it fitting to put it here.
The lyrics read:
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and 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,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.