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Rebirth of the Poplar Tree

 Strange fruit once hung from poplar trees
Charred and rotting for the crows beneath
Shot in broad daylight
Handcuffed and beaten
Busted ear drums causing hemmoroging in the brain
Black and blue bruises cover the bodies
Busted lips and broken ribs
The fruit hasn't changed
The poplar tree has grown higher and roots deeper as injustice continues to feed the crows as they get fat on the strange fruit of the Poplar tree
Written by Vesselofhonor
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