Seeds were planted deep beneath the surface.
Created to produce the bitter with sweet.
Flourishing while nourishing our bodies from the heat.
Sometimes its strange fruit was wonderful and unique.
But the blackness in their eyes would not let it be.
Dollars were created to systemize the poor from the wealthy.
Paper used to produce a new pair of shoes or remind us of the cost of food.
Sometimes its strange fruit was impactful and full of greed.
The blackness in their eyes became blind and numb
to what our president has become.
Prophets and gods were idolized to determine the value of human worth.
Manifesting a life and immortalizing a death all in the same breath.
Sometimes its strange fruit was full of awe and fear.
The blackness in their eyes kept the truth hidden for thousands of years.
I like the reoccurring line but how you change it up just slightly to fit the theme of each stanza. A treatise on our current malaise!