Oh, the Falls of Retribution gush, they thunder,
Torrential rush, eroding cliffs around,
Flushing false, mean coatings of distemper,
But tempered mercy is their roaring sound.
Surging waterfall, a bless of teardrops,
Fashioned from the weeping, those in pain,
Justice cries, rejecting meagre milk sop,
Those who suffer most have most to gain.
Kindred knowledge tenders where it touches,
Beneficial bathes, aches no more,
Union of the pained, of those inflicted, purges
Vengeance while it evens score.
Hands of watered loving, this baptising
Soothes as much as takes, for this we hope,
Falls of Retribution, count our blessings,
Count our faults, counted thus, we cope.
Oh, the Falls of Retribution flood with knowledge,
Hidden coves beneath that flash with gems,
Nuggets of the knowing long secreted,
Never to be unknown e’er again.
scottishmomus 