Coming After Poem by Randy McClave

First they came for the Illegal immigrants
But, I didn't worry or care,
For them there were massive hunts
And I didn't even give them help or a prayer.
Even when all the farmers had cried,
Crying that their crops had all died.

Then they came after the needy and the poor
But, once again I didn't care at all,
No longer will they be pestering me at the store
And never again about them will I call the law.
Now I think and I wonder where are they,
And for them or their suffering I never did once pray.

Then they came after the different religions
But, I didn't care one small bit,
My religion is better than any other reason
And for them I never worried or had a fit.
I enjoy watching and giving to megachurches on TV,
I believe God is truly happy with me.

Then they came after all non Americans
But, I didn't care as my family has been here since the early 18th century
And I also have a houseful of rifles and guns
My family is a part of America's great history.
After those fake Americans they are coming,
As I happily hear the fife piping and the drummers drumming.

They then came after those getting Social Security
But, I didn't care one small bit,
I also have a 401k and I get a pension for my maturity
I am in great shape I'll happily admit.
Then I remembered how social security was pulled out by the roots,
By the wealthy and powerful people in suits.

Then they came after me and others like me
Now I didn't know what I or others like me could do,
No longer am I one of the proud or brave or the free
Life as I know it I now have not one clue.
I have begged and prayed for help as I stay in constant fear,
But, sadly the good caring people are no longer here.

Randy L. McClave