First they came for the suspected terrorists,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a suspected terrorist.
Then they came for the illegal immigrants,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t an illegal immigrant.
Then they came for the war protestors,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a war protestor.
Then they came for the civil libertarians,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a civil libertarian.
Then they came for me,
and by that time there was no one
left to speak up for me.
I wrote this update of Martin Niemoller’s poem before I discovered the Lonely Goth’s version, which I like better.
