Cold Within - Insprational
Date: Tue, 14 Sep 1999 18:19:08 -0500
From: "Ruby Bartlett" Bart@centurytel.net
Six humans trapped by happenstance.
In damp and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood.
Or so the stories told.
They're dying fire..in need of logs.
The first woman held hers back.
For on the faces around the fire.
She noticed one was black.
The next man..looking cross the way.
Saw one not of his church.
And couldn't bring himself to give.
The fire - his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes.
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use.
To warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought.
Off the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned.
From the lazy, shiftless poor.
They black man's face bespoke revenge.
As the fire passed from his sight.
For all he saw in his stick of wood.
Was a chance to spite the white.
And the last man of this forlorn group.
Did naught.. except for gain.
Giving only.. to those who gave.
Was how he played the game.
The logs, held tight, in death's still hands.
Was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without.
They died from the cold within.