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Sep 25th, 2002, 09:33 PM
This is one of my favorite poems. I'm sure many of you have seen it before, but I just wanted to post it for those who haven't. Maybe in some small way it will help the tensions on this board. :D

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
One woman held her's 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
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The 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 deaths still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without -
They died from the cold within.

Big Fat Pink Elephant
Sep 25th, 2002, 09:50 PM
:sad: that's beautiful... :sad:

thanks for sharing it scott! :kiss:

Sep 25th, 2002, 10:00 PM
:kiss: Marri ;)