Monday, April 09, 2007

First they came...

I knew nothing of this poem until reading Zen today.

This is my take on it.

When the TSA took away nail clippers,
I remained silent;
My nails were trimmed and short.

When they took away the alcoholics,
I remained silent;
I do not drink.

When they took away the shod,
I remained silent;
I travel in sandals.

When they came for the lotion,
I remained silent;
I have no lotion.

When they could see through clothing,
I did not speak out;
I look pretty damn good.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.


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