Palestine olive trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Palestine bodies swinging in the breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the olive trees. Pastoral scene of the palestine land, The bulging eyes and a cramped hand , Scent of oranges, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning palestinian 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.
groeneveldp 4 months ago
GEVVVVALLLD !!
meirovich2009 1 year ago