the cold within

i’d like to thank chtank once again for sending this email
this is a small poem, which sharply points out the selfishness, discrimination on basis of color, cast, religion and so on by humans.
just think, about the power of unity.
if we all could learn to respect the differences, accept them and support each other, just think how wonderful the world would be.
please read and comment 🙂


Six humans trapped by 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 on the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way,
Saw one not 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 with out,
They died from THE COLD … WITHIN.

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One Response to the cold within

  1. nikita says:

    reality…no humanity…

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