Re: Secrecy


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Posted by lorry on July 27, 2001 at 03:27:20:

In reply to: Re: Secrecy posted by Anne Manning on July 25, 2001 at 14:23:58:

: Reminds me of this poem:
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: 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 the faces around the fire
: She noticed one of them was black.
:
: The next man looking 'cross the way
: Saw one not of his church
: And couldn't bring himself to give
: The first 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.
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: The black man's face bespoke revenge
: As the fire passed from the light
: 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.
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: 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.
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: Author Unknown
that is truely beautiful. Thanks for sharing

 


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