I Am Cassandra. You Are Niemoller

I am Cassandra. You are Niemoller. There are many like me howling our despair and calling out our warnings, and you are legion; deaf or disbelieving. And them? They are few, but they are so different to us all their very existence is toxic. They keep no covenants; prayer does not soften their hearts. You are my brethren in faith, or in humanity, they are the enemy to us all.

They have many names and many faces for one diseased spirit. Al Qaida, Taliban, ISIS, Lashkar e Taiba, Sipah e Sahaba.

They came for us first, decades ago they began target killing Shia. Picking off the intelligentsia: doctors, lawyers, savants. They tried to stifle those who lot is suffering with greater suffering. They could not comprehend we are God’s promise to the Queen of Heaven, and His promise will be kept.

We warned you then. They have come for us. One day they will come for you.

They bombed the places where we wept and prayed, wept and fasted, and we would not be quelled.

We warned you then. They have come for us. One day they will come for you.

They came for the Christians and the Hindus, the Sufis and the Ahmedis, we sheltered those we could, we watched the others die, their mighty idols tumbled from the mountains where they hid.

We warned you then. They have come for the helpless. One day they will come for you.

And then they came for you, toppled your steepling towers and like fools you beat the snakes tail with ineffectual sticks. We showed you – there is the serpent’s head, the mouth that whispers poison into the ears of unlettered children, grooming them to hate what none will help them understand.

They have come for you and you are mighty and hapless for they are few and heartless. And still we call out the warning, look to the serpents head, crowned and swathed and couched in mighty palaces.

They still come for me and mine, they cull the helpless for no other reason than they can, and none will stop them, for you have been seduced by the serpent’s head, and it feasts on your flesh to grow new tails.



9 thoughts on “I Am Cassandra. You Are Niemoller

  1. I can recall a poem of similar tenet that told of how as each group of workers was exploited but not defended by the others those who could fight against the employers shrank until there was just the one left. And, ‘when everyone else has gone, who will defend you?’. It’s a very valid post !


    • If this is what you are thinking of then Pastor Martin Niemoller is the source:

      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.

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