Bitter Fruit
Bitter be the fruit of an angry land when bitter be the seed it sow
And bitter be the earth that be watered by the tears of the nation's woe
Freely rose the winter sun on the sixteenth day of June
And freely ran the children's blood by the rising of the moon
Wild were the bullets that burned away from the barrel of oppression's guns
And wild grow the flowers on the unmarked graves that hold a nation's daughters and sons
Sorrowing filled the smoky sky where the shivering shanties stand
Shame befell the human race and anger filled the land
And bitter be the fruit of an angry land when bitter be the seed it sow
Bitter be the earth that be watered by the tears of the nation's woe
