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Strange fruits by Billie Holiday

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A magic song from a magic voice lyrics Strange Fruit 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

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frisechronos.fr : frise chronologique historique : creer, imprimer, modifier et generer pdf, excel, openoffice

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frise chronologique historique : creer, editer, modifier, imprimer et generer en pdf, image, Excel, OpenOffice et 3D, bibliotheque, version eleve

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSSn3NddwFQ

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Back around the time that northern Christians, abolitionists, free blacks, anti-slavery activists and Kansas land owners first formed the Republican party, John Brown, an abolitionist and Baptist preacher, gave his life to put an end to slavery. During the civil war northern soldiers sang this old song as they marched off to battle.