First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

– Martin Niemöller

                       There is a reason that today I start with the profound lines of Martin Niemöller, In a world divided on any number of lines, devoid of any nuance, where the shades of grey are all but gone. Where we kid ourselves, sitting in our comfort zone, with utmost an lackadaisical shrug, when we impart gravitas to the grave miscarriages of justice that happen right in front of our very eyes.

                       Everyday we stand not with our crucified brethren, in their excruciating despair is yet another day we move closer to the inadvertent breaching of our very own social fortresses. Echoing the words of Martin, Who will fight along us tomorrow when we excuse ourself from fighting for the besieged, who will be left to fight along us?

                       It is disheartening to think that in this age of readily and freely available information, we stand as a species more vapid and ignorant; refusing to learn from our mistakes, even the most recent of ones. Today the very grandsons of soldiers who fought in Europe to liberate it from fascism can be found embracing the very absolutist ideology that was defeated with much bloodshed. It bequeaths great shame on those heroes who lay waste their potential for an ungrateful tomorrow.

                       How is it that we are today in golden age of human ingenuity gold fishes; needing to lose and regain freedom; to have to fight the very same fights again and again against the very same foe. Only for as much as to appreciate what is already there. How is that today the great pillars of our society that stood the tests of millennia so scalded and emancipated that they require the round the clock protection from self-righteous peanut-brained zombies of vigilantes.

                       As the clock ticks close to Ragnarok and as the giant abyss of chaos become ever the more omniscient, it is the right time if ever to remember Martin Niemöller and his wise words. Today we must stand aware and awake; alert to the many threads that coming knocks; ever ready to take arms to defend the freedom that we have won at great cost. To make the last stand for our brethren when called upon.Her

 

 

Note : Thanks dad, for all the words you have ever said to me the poem of Martin Niemöller were the most profound.

 

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