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
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Author:
Ok Waleed (
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- Published: February 26th, 2023 09:24
- Comment from author about the poem: I was inspired heavily
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 11
Comments3
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
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
Thanks, Mate. 'I was inspired heavily...' By?
First They Came by Pastor Martin Neimöller
Yes - worth a shout, that one.
Fine words Ok but I have managed to find my way outside of the box and have freedom in my life.
Andy
If everyone around you isn’t as free as you then you have found nothing worthy to be called free… sorry
That is the thing Ok, we are many who have found our own way in life.
Andy
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