FILMER, BØKER OG MUSIKK ⇒ The cold with-in.

[snowfall]

Six humans trapped by happenstance
in black and bitter cold
Each 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 on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.
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The next man looking 'cross the way
Saw one not of his church
And could not bring himself to give
The fire 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 his sight,
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 death's stilled hands
Was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.

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Ukjent forfatter.Etter å ha lest det noen ganger forstod jeg det...endelig.Og likte det. :mozilla_wink:

[JUNE]

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