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FATHER (Hunter-Gatherer)
From ancient roots beneath the southern sun,My skin is dark as earth, yet look thou here:Mine eyes are blue as winter’s piercing sky.But lo, the grain is thin, the cold winds blow,And in this dim northern clime, my children fade;Their dark skin blocks the sun's rare, healing ray,And rickets twists their bones into the dust.
MOTHER (Anatolian Farmer)I bring the seed of grain, the lowing cow;My fathers journeyed from the Eastern lands.Within my blood I carry SLC24A5—A hidden script that lets the sunlight in.My hair is loose, untamed by tightly wound coils,My skin is pale, though dark my eyes remain.
FATHERThen let our lineages entwine and mix!No single magic change can build a man;Thy polygenes must blend along with mine.We flip the coin of life; our chromosomesShall shuffle in the dark to form the child.
They join hands. A child is born.
Behold! The random lottery of birth!The child inherits half from either side.He takes his mother’s pale and lightened flesh,He takes his father’s blue and striking eyes—A woven patchwork of two distinct worlds,Loosed from the coils of heat, yet bound to the sun.Centuries later, carrying the KITLG gene for straight, blonde hair And now I ride from cold Siberian plains!I bring the final strands to mix the blood.My genes shall blend with thine to yield the blonde,Completing the long tapestry of Europe’s frame.No skin grew white alone, nor pure, nor fast—’Twas born of massive mixing at the last.
