Their dying fire in need of logs, <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 The first woman held hers back <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 For on the faces around the fire <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 She noticed one was black.
The next man looking cross the way <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Saw one not of his church, <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 And couldn't bring himself to give <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 The fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 He gave his coat a hitch. <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Why should his log be put to use <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 To warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Of the wealth he had in store. <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 And how to keep what he had earned <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 From the lazy poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 As the fire passed from his sight, <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 For all he saw in his stick of wood <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Was a chance to spite the white.
And the last man of this forlorn group <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Did naught except for gain. <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Giving only to those who gave <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Was how he played the game.
The logs held tight in death's still hands <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Was proof of human sin. <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 They didn't die from the cold without, <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 They died from the cold within. <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07
Author unknown <[bB][rR]>crak panda platinium 7.07 Contributed by Bill Fields