What Really Happened: Poetry Contest!! A Crunch Into Niemoller’s Credit

First they came for my holiday home
and I didn’t speak up,
because I couldn’t afford a break anyway.
Then they came for my new car
and I didn’t speak up,
because I didn’t have the money to fill the tank.
Then they came for my fridge
and I didn’t speak up,
because I couldn’t find the cash to buy some sausage and mash.
Then they came for my pillow,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I couldn’t put my mind to rest.
Then they came for me,
but with no debts to pay back I was a penniless hack.
They moved on,
and left me alone.
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