If we dare, it can bear being dammed up
for a time, but it must roll on,
or the Highlands will drown in their hoarded double portion
withheld from the coastal plain.
Justice is relentless and heavy, yes fitful in youth
but in age diligent to the grave.
It seeks the sea, and runs over the land. The sea
beckons it, like blood from the ground:
"Come, justice, roll on! to the gavel and gallows,
to the rock at the shore where the lighthouse stands.
Come wash the feet of the ones in the shallows
or crash against the swashing tide
and rescue those deep in the chaotic sea."
cf Amos 5:24