SIX HUMANS TRAPPED BY HAPPENSTANCE IN DAMP AND BITTER COLD
EACH ONE POSSESSED A STICK OF WOOD OR SO THE STORY'S TOLD....
THEIR DYING FIRE IN NEED OF LOGS THE FIRST MAN HELD HIS BACK
FOR AS HE LOOKED ACROSSS THE FIRE HE SAW ONE FACE WAS BLACK...
THE WOMAN LOOKING CROSS THE WAY SAW NO ONE OF HER CHURCH
AND COULD NOT BRING HERSELF TO GIVE THE FIRE HER 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 DEATH'S STILL HANDS
WAS PROOF OF HUMAN SIN
THEY DID NOT DIE FROM THE COLD WITHOUT
THEY DIED FROM THE COLD WITHIN.........
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