St. Nicholas
I was so sick of studying. You know, when you try your best and yet you see no results? I've done like don'tknowhowmany chinese cloze passages (Okay 19 to be exact) and yet I fail or barely pass them still. What's more, I don't do them for the sake of doing them. I check up the words, find out their meaning, differentiate the different options etc. Yeah fine whatever, say goodbye to A for Chinese Os :/
Anyway I was looking for inspiration in this 7 habits of highly effective teens book, and I saw this poem. Well, it's not inspirational but it really reflects the prejudices in our world.
The Cold WithinSix 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 togive the fire his stick of birch.
The third one say 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.
Their logs held tight in death's still hand was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from cold without - they died from cold within.Okay I'm going to play badminton now, am so going to make sure I study when I get back.
Swinged it at;
1:56 PM
