An Old Story

Here’s a version in the spirit of Niemöller’s famous poem, reimagined for the current American context:

First they came for the migrants,
and I said nothing—because I wasn’t one.

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Then they came for the trans kids,
and I looked away—because mine were safe.

Then they came for the librarians, the teachers, the scientists,
and I laughed it off—because I wasn’t any of those.

Then they came for the journalists,
and I changed the channel—because the truth made me uncomfortable.

Then they came for the voters in the cities,
and I stayed quiet—because my vote still counted.

And then they came for me—
and there was no one left to speak,
because I never did.

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