First they came for the addicts.
But I was not an addict.
Bad people. Dangerous people.
Better off our streets.

Then they came for the drunkards.
But I was not a drunkard.
Bad people. Dangerous people.
Better off our streets.

Then they came for the smokers.
But I was not a smoker.
Bad people. Dangerous people.
Better off our streets.

Then they came for the poets.

And I
could not
stop
writing.

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