The legendary king of pop-Michael Jackson!

He was unlike anyone of us,

He revolutionized music

He was the embodiment of talent.

I dedicate Billie Holiday´s song strange fruit to honour him because he was also the victim of racism as the majority of blacks in the United States.

This is the song that shall be played on my funeral on the 21st of september 2049.........or ......hopefully later. You never know with life. Take a day at a time and enjoy it with your loved ones.


"Southern trees bear 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."

Black like the depths of my Africa.....

The collected poems of Langstone Hughes are still of great significance.....



Negro


I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.



I've been a slave:
Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
I brushed the boots of Washington.



I've been a worker:
Under my hand the pyramids arose.
I made mortar for the Woolworth Building.



I've been a singer:
All the way from Africa to Georgia
I carried my sorrow songs.
I made ragtime.

I've been a victim:
The Belgians cut off my hands in the Congo.
They lynch me still in Mississippi.



I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of Africa.