lynching
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Chanting of Ram hath become the greatest sham
That morphs the fanatics into instant Bonds
Giving em virtual license to maim and kill
Marijuana is the antidote for virus called hatred
Response to James Cone's "The Cross and The Lynching Tree"
I have the faith to hang upon Calvary
but would I hang upon the Poplar tree.
If by it I may set my sisters free
Is it a lynching?
Is your body hanging like low, strange fruit
Is your family strange fruit with you too
On that tree, is there fallen leaves?
Can you breathe?
If the streets could scream we would hear them say
Our history bleeds and reveals the world at play
The little children running in fear
With adults yelling in their ears
"You were born the wicked race"
