To my Lord, executive fugitive

Behold I come quickly, saith Karma, my lord unto thee
And although thou mayest to the distant desert flee
Or from the windwards descending down the lee
Behold I come quickly , saith Karma, my lord unto thee

Master, to my lord; hast thou though heard of nemesis?
Yes, the olden law of God binding thee and all
For by it did the unjust since the ancient time’d fall
Who twisted the arm of justice even in the days of genesis
But who at last fell to the faithful claws of Karma

Behold I come quickly, saith Karma, my lord unto thee
And although thou findeth thy niche in the nook of the rock
But the birds will sing of thee when they flap and mock
To the ears of unwaivering eagles who hunt dearly for thee
Behold I come quickly, saith Karma, my lord unto thee

Again, I reiterate to my lord, the executive fugitive
Evils are like gazelle’s excreta oft renewed by the rain
For those who trod on this path for name and fame to gain,
Who boasted and cackled all but learned that to forgive
Is never in the long history book of dearly beloved Karma

Ameh E.
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