His family has been scarred for life.
He, watching over Florida, slumbers not, nor sleeps.
I refuse to believe that justice was served. I have written, and I will tell, the story!
Rest in peace young man. To the extent that you can.
The depth of my agony for the family and friends of Trayvon Martin is beyond rule.
Songwriters: WIGGINS, DWAYNE P. / PEARL, MAURICE / ALLAN, LEWIS
"Southern trees bear a 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."