This track was inspired by Nina Simone's version of "Strange Fruit". As I listened to Nina's version of "Strange Fruit", about the racism and lynching of African Americans in the 1930's, I wondered what she would be singing about now. Then I saw the haunting photo by Jose Palazon, of the migrants' rights group Pro De In. The photo shows Moroccan immigrants in Melilla, Spain, hanging onto a fence at a golf course at a border. I was immediately inspired by the combination, linked the two together and wrote the song. Lyrics 1st Verse: Moroccan fruit hangs from the fence, It swings in vain, in high suspense, Golfers play on take no notice, It's just a game. 1st Chorus: It's not a swarm, it's not a flood, But a constant flow of blood, We don't want you in our club, Look away, look away. 2nd Verse: African blood lies on the tracks, It escaped war, genocide, attacks, The freedom train demands a fatal tax, And he paid in full. 2nd Chorus: You send a drone, you drop a bomb, And wonder why the people come, But when they plead for asylum, Look away, look away. Mid 8: My boy said come look at the picture, There on the beach, a boy like me, He's playing dead, please can I play that game, Will you play that game with me....eh. 3rd/final verse: Young Arab flesh lies on the sand, Far too young to understand, His father paid cash on demand, So he could die free. What price liberty