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.
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: 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.
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: 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.
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: 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?
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: 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.
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: 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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: : Reminds me of this poem: : : : : : : : : 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. : : : : 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. : : : : 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. : : : : Author Unknown : that is truely beautiful. Thanks for sharing
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