In the Heart of the Trees

Within one day a lifetime spent
A curse on the wind that still stings
A droplet of red poorly suited to trees
Belonging not to those innocent things

Had they no voice in the nightmarish breeze?
Gusts forcibly taking their breath
Is it right that without any water to weep
They bleed till they find home in death?

Black skin still burns bright in the flame
Of this candle ignited by shame
And wide panicked eyes can still see
Their kin hung in the heart of the trees

**This poem was written in response to 'Stange Fruits' made famous by Billie Holliday. I am currently studying Civil Rights in the USA, and so this was actually set as a homework.**