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