Son of mine (TO DENIS) Poem by Oodgeroo Noonuccal
Son of mine (TO DENIS)
My son, your troubled eyes search mine,
Puzzled and hurt by colour line.
Your black skin as soft as velvet shine;
What can I tell you, son of mine?
I could tell you of heartbreak, hatred blind,
I could tell you of crimes that shame mankind,
Of brutal wrong and deeds malign,
Of rape and murder, son of mine;
But I'll tell you 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.
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stay black and deadly ya mob dont let tha white fellas take ya centrelink payment and your jd stay deadly
tOO ALL you tooting haters shame on yall, i love you all xoxxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxox, hate love
have some more chicken have some more pie it doesn't matter boiled or fried
how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood
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I would like to translate this poem
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10/18/2026 6:17:03 PM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
lol she died forever