"The Cold Within"

[SMETNA]

“The Cold Within"

Six humans trapped in happenstance
In dark 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 of the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking across the way
Saw not one 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 sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

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 didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.”

- James Patrick Kinney


Chuck Baldwin read this during his sermon this past Sunday. Thought I'd share.

[M4Fundi]

I would have taken my stick and given it to all of them.......up side the head:p and taken all the sticks kept the fire going and had some smores:D

Just kidding... it is a lovely and telling sermon about how we harden our hearts... if we could all just walk a mile in each other's shoes it would be life changing.

[Battle*Hound]

That's a good one!

[Waylander]

That reminds me of children and wonder how they would act in the same situation (if they weren't already taught such behavior by their parents) or at what age we all become corrupt with such selfish greed.

Someone once told me socialism isn't ALL bad. :sarcastic:

Seriously though, that is a good poem.