Bitter fruit
Blackened by hate, heat
Slow, low hanging fruit.
Cherry red oozes blood
From flesh rotting.
Dying dreams young lives.
Eyes bulge, tongue hangs
Veinous blue.
Branch low with burden
Swaying gently, strangely still.
Rotted, fruit falls. Flies
Buzz, hum
Strange music for strange fruit.
Preeti Sinha
Fri 14th Nov 2014 16:46
Thank you ! It means lot to me. I am stealling, I think :O