sandra aka margarete ~


«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)

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