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