
At every dawn and every dusk
A flock of small birds
Descends upon pine trees
Outside my window.
They’re searching for food…
… and predators are just lurking…
First they bomb Vietnam, and I did not speak out — Because I did not live in Vietnam.
Then they bomb Iraq, and I did not speak out — Because I did not live in Iraq.
Then they bomb Yugoslavia, and I did not speak out — Because I did not live in Yugoslavia.
Then they bomb my country — and there was no one left to speak for us.
Updated version of Martin Niemöller’s poem