Rep. Al Green Alexander (Al) N. GreenThe Memo: Trump's race tactics fall flat Trump administration ending support for 7 Texas testing sites as coronavirus cases spike The Hill's Coronavirus Report: Miami mayor worries about suicide and domestic violence rise; Trump-governor debate intensifies MORE (D-Texas) took to the House floor on Tuesday to address the recent threats of lynching he’s faced since calling for President Trump’s impeachment.

Green first thanked those who've expressed support and provided advice, singling out fellow Congressional Black Caucus members Reps. Jim Clyburn (D-S.C.) and Bennie Thompson (D-Miss.).

“For those who may not know, some very ugly things have been said. But they are not in any way comparable to the many kind words that have been expressed,” Green said.

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Green first drew attention to the racially charged threats he’s received during a town hall meeting over the weekend, where he played recordings of threatening voicemails left at his congressional offices, as reported by The Houston Chronicle.

“You’ll be hanging from a tree,” one caller said.

“We’ve got an impeachment for you. It’s going to be yours. In fact, we’ll even give you a short trial before we hang your n----r ass,” another said.

Green spent the rest of his floor speech reciting a poem by James Patrick Kinney called “The Cold Within” as a way to “to explain why some of these ugly things are occurring.”

"This poem speaks to the extreme cupidity in our world. Not stupidity. Cupidity," he said. "It speaks the extreme prejudice that some have to endure."

In the poem, six people seated around a fading fire refuse to help each other because of their personal grudges and prejudices. They all end up freezing to death as a result of their selfishness.

It reads:

“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 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 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 hands

Was proof of human sin.

They didn’t die from the cold without

They died from the cold within.”