The War Against Art

Ok Waleed


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First they came for believers

And I did not speak out

Because I didn’t believe

 

Then they came for artists

And I did not speak out

Because I couldn’t paint

 

Then they came for the musicians

And I did not speak out

Because I couldn’t play

 

Then they came for the poets

And I couldn’t speak

because I didn’t know what to say

 

Then they came for freedom

And then there was no one left

We are all imprisoned

  • Author: Ok Waleed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2023 09:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was inspired heavily
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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  • thinkerbell

    Very true...freedom of creative expression is being suppressed in many forms around us.so much so that people engaged in creative pursuits feel imprisioned ... you're thoughts are very well expressed in your writing

    • Ok Waleed

      Thank you, it’s a scary times we live in, inauthenticity is being more celebrated than the real makes me not want to live at all

    • Doggerel Dave

      Thanks, Mate. 'I was inspired heavily...' By?

      • Ok Waleed

        First They Came by Pastor Martin Neimöller

        • Doggerel Dave

          Yes - worth a shout, that one.

        • Goldfinch60

          Fine words Ok but I have managed to find my way outside of the box and have freedom in my life.

          Andy

          • Ok Waleed

            If everyone around you isn’t as free as you then you have found nothing worthy to be called free… sorry

            • Goldfinch60

              That is the thing Ok, we are many who have found our own way in life.

              Andy

              • Ok Waleed

                Think of it like this. We have a colony of ants in a glass case with sand and tunnels. Some ants use the same paths that they’ve been using because it works, other ants will create their own way/tunnel and it’ll work for them as well. Yet the problem is no matter how many new ways or tunnels are created they are still all contained in the glass case. So although the ant with new tunnels may think “wow I’m doing something new this is my own path” it’s simply a new perspective stuck in the same cycle



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