What goes around, comes around:
You say what you want to say;
“That fool is an arrogant clown”
And that’s fine, until the day 

That comes upon you, like a thief,
(Nothing can break your fall)
You still spout the same belief;
You said nothing wrong at all.

But you are the one to blame. 
Without reflection, you can not tell.
Everything still seems the same,
Yet suddenly you are in a hell

Among people you haven’t even met.
Each one wants to throw the first stone.
(You have the first glimmer of regret)
Without defence, you stand alone.

You could have tried to stop the war,
Stayed their hands, and brought peace,
But that was a bridge too far;
You were thoughtlessly at ease,

Holding opinions about all things,
Seemingly wise, unafraid to speak,
Yet silence would have been better—listening
To the other, and softening—as if weak.

I have seen the promised land.
I can not describe it to you.
Words can not contain it.

It lives in both the present and the future.
We belong to it already,
And have been surrendered to it.

It is the Great Peace.
It comes slowly, yet with great urgency,
But does not force an end to war.

It is the home of the lion and the lamb,
Where God has prepared the feast
And sits with us at table.

Why must we be broken open?
Our anger must lie fallow
--another seed must germinate.

The love that you have heard of
Is not enough to bring the change;
It is an agent and a solvent.

Our bloodied swords must rust,
And all our pointless struggles fail,
So that we can enter with empty hands.

We will reach the promised land,
Though we have difficult days ahead.
It will come to pass for all of us;
Both the living and the dead.

We will reach the promised land
When night, without fear, becomes day.
When for others and ourselves,
We forgive, and bless, and often pray.

We will reach the promised land;
The impossible peak of the mountaintop.
But how can that happen?
How will the violence stop?

We will reach the promised land
When truth can not become a lie,
When freedom will not reside in silence,
Or imagination abandoned and left to die.

We will reach the promised land.
MLK saw it before he died.
He said that he did not fear death
--There was no reason to dodge or hide.

We will reach the promised land
When ceasefire ends and become peace;
When we are no longer nomads in our soul,
And our hearts are not wandering refugees.