| 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 |