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«Son of Mine

(to Denis)

My son, your troubled eyes search mine,

puzzled and hurt by colour line.

Your black skin soft as velvet shine;

What can I tell you, son of mine?

I could tell you of heartbreak, hatred blind,

I could tell of crimes that shame mankind,

Of brutal wrong and deeds malign,

Of rape and murder, son of mine;

But I'll tell instead of brave and fine

When lives of black and white entwine,

and men in brotherhood combine

-This would I tell you, son of mine.»

Oodgeroo, in My People

África, Lívio de Morais

It will soon be too late. (Human Rights Watch)