strange fruit
is rottening in the trees
and it’s starting to smell
the stench is killing
we
can’t breathe
our children are being suffocated on the
streets
by passers by
who hunt them down like wild animals
against official orders
not to follow
lawlessness is stifling the cries
of mothers
fathers
and the unborn
with no names
sleeping in unmarked graves
wrapped in tiny hoodies
skittle covered caskets
and hip-hop elegies
prisons built for the illiterate to live in
for those who reach eighteen
if they don’t become the new crop
of strange fruit
rottening
in the trees
their stench filling the air
and
i
can’t
breathe
