Nemesis

I watch them come i watch them go

Some quickly some slow

They drink their coffee eat bread

Read the paper shake heads --they say

"How can they do that"

"No better then rats"

What's that the pot calling the kettle black

And all the while the sun is rising

The mills of god grind slowly

Through this land of the high and the holy

Sharp witted but not clear

Focused in on the snows of last year

Eyes of amber feet of lead

Loves nectar soon dead

Will you change it the last words said

And all the while the sun is rising

Slowly deeply i will be the change i want to see

It's not easy but i will be the change i want to see

She wears a pendant around her neck

But it hasn't penetrated her heart yet

Where's justice what's law

The first witness the last draw

Suddenly there wad a pain in her chest

Where the emerald finally settled to rest

A tear washed things clear

There's only one of us here

And through us the sun is rising

Though circuitous and obscure

The feet of nemesis how sure

There's a rumble there's a call

Come one come all

There's only one of us here

Slowly deeply i will be the change i want to see

It's not easy but i will be the change i want to see

.. And though circuitous and obscure

The feet of Nemesis how sure! Sir William Watson : Europe at the Play

Retributive justice generally, as 'the Nemesis of Nations', the fate

Which sooner or later overtakes every great nation.

The mills of God grind slowly.

--Retribution may be delayed, but it is sure to overtake the wicked

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;

Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Longfellow: Retribution

Be the change that you want to see in the world.

Mohandas Gandhi