When You’ve Wanked ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’ Dry…
Thanks to Alex. A different Alex. On the government imprisoning kids. It’s just darky kids though, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it.
Isenhorn
This poem is one of the most exploited and is used whether or not it is actually suitable to the topic at hand. How about an updated version:
First they came from India
And I did not speak out
Because we owed it to the IndiansThen they came from Pakistan
And I did not speak out
Because we had alredy let the Indians inThen they came from Somalia
And I did not speak out
Even though I wanted toThen they came from Poland
And I did not speak out
Because I was called a racistThen they came from everywhere
And event though I tried to speak
Nobody listened
It takes a great deal of imagination to link a poem about the Nazis to something as unrelated as race relations or political asylum. Hats off, Isenhorn. In fact, I’m so impressed, I’m going to share Martin Niemoller’s secret last verse with you, which he dictated to me from his deathbed:
Finally I got fed up with them coming for this that and the other all the time
And instead of all that crap about speaking out
I dangled my clackerbag in a deep-fat fryer
THEN they listened
A trivial platitude, I know, but perhaps there’s some guidance there somewhere.
