The Cold Within

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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