Strange Fruit - from the Hangings in the South to Torture in Iraq

[TruthIsAll]

Originally performed by Billie Holiday, a blues classic about black hangings in the South.
I rewrote a few of the lyrics for Iraq

Strange Fruit

Iraqi prisons bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the floor and blood on the roof
Bodies entwined in the desert heat,
Strange fruit growing in retreat

Horrible scene of imperialist rout,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of palm trees, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the sand to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry