First They Came for the Assault Rifles

First they came for the assault rifles,
but I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a second amendment zealot.

Then they established gun free zones
in all areas where population exceeded 100 per square mile,
but I didn’t speak up,
Because I lived in the country.

Then they established laws against hunting
and banned all guns,
But I didn’t care,
Because I was a vegan.

Then they came for the religious crazies,
Who defended their churches and synagogues with sticks and knifes,
But I didn’t speak up,
For I wasn’t bound by organized religion.

Then they came for the home owners,
Who demanded to live in privacy,
But I didn’t speak up,
For my work dormitory was filled beyond government quotas.

Then they came for those congregating in town squares,
Who demanded government representation,
But I didn’t speak up,
For I was a party loyalist.

Then they came for local militia and police,
Who were the only local gun registrants left,
But I didn’t mind,
For I supported international peace keepers.

Then they came for the barterers,
Who left the grid to find economic security amidst the community,
But I didn’t speak up,
For I lived sufficiently on my government rations.

Then they came for my federal government,
That was taken without firing a single round from its national armament,
But I didn’t speak up,
For I could adopt to shifting geographical borders and foreign governors.

Then they came for the woodsman, the farmer, the fisherman, and the foragers,
And interned them in re-education camps.
But I didn’t speak up,
For my security rested in complying with new world order.

Then they came for me, little old subservient me,
Who had bent like a reed to every new rule if it meant survival,
But by that time there was no one
Left to speak up for me.