Poisoned roots feed the twisted tree Milk of the dark earth, where only shadows breed It's no surprise there is Blood on the leaves This is the tree of death Wood fertile with hate, bearing no fruit Backwards branches defy all reason: Sowing nothing, yet Reaping everything It festers no matter the season Whose hand can uproot the tree? Your fingers ache Scars outnumber your veins Loss grows like cancerous tissue I know it is your blood Harvested in the attack Skin bruised by the wicked purge Overrun by parasites, you were sacrificed The Heart bleeds like fallen fruit Only love is strong as death Yet love looks backwards next to a backwards tree Where hate is carved straight and smooth Is this the hand to unbend the lie into truth? To uproot? Love is a sacrifice, a scar, a bruise Multiplying no matter the season It defies logic and reason. [“Strange Fruit” by Nina Simone"]
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