A Poem Concerning the State of Balance

First they came

They came first for Azir, and I did not speak out- Because I wasn’t an Azir main.

Then they came for Morde, and I did not speak out- Because I wasn’t a Morde main.

Then they came for Kassadin and I did not speak out- Because I wasn’t a Kassadin main.

Then they came for Veigar and I did not speak out- Because I wasn’t a Veigar main.

Then they came for my champion- But there was no one left who gave a damn.

A poem remediated (possibly in poor taste) from the work of Martin Niemöller