Poem with a timely message
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Here is a poem I think might wake up a lot of people to some of the various types of hate that exist in America. I thought you might like to publish it for your readers to think about. Merry Christmas and happy new year to you and yours.
-- Chester D. Lemonds, Cape Girardeau
The Cold Within
By James Patrick Kenny
Six humans trapped by happenstance
In bleak 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 man held his back,
For of the faces round the fire,
He 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 would 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 his 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 nought except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.
Their logs held tight in death's still hand
Were proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without.
They died from the cold within.