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
The first woman held hers back,
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.
The next woman looking cross the way
Saw one not of her church,
And couldn’t bring herself to give
The fire her stick of birch.
The third woman sat in tattered clothes.
She gave her coat a hitch.
Why should her log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?
The rich woman just sat back and thought
Of the wealth she had in store,
And how to keep what she had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.
And the last woman of this forlorn group
Did naught except to gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how she 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.
Anonymous
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