I could not ever say I hate my lifeFor if I were to say I hate todayI’d thus reject my children and my wife — And I could never have a day so gray.
There is a certain circular justiceIn building the first charter city onThe continent of Africa. A kissOf freedom for the world, a kiss of hopeFor all the world that looks in the abyss.
His stomach rumbled, but he had to goTo his next stop — it was a little shopThat sold mere flowers, nick-knacks. In the flowFrom shop to shop, he wished that he could drop
“You render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s And render unto God what is for God.” If money’s made by government, it’s theirs — And thus to anarchy came Jesus’ nod.
The sun breaks on the Texas fields For the first time for me when I See you every day. A cavern- Like darkness descends, a dreary World of shadows, chains on a wall — That was my one world without you.
There’s a pork cloud over Mexico America’s it’s name. Watch as China plots to buy our debt Until we’re bust and lame.
Could I give up the magic I have earned, The power over spirits I have fought To gain? To see the spells I love be spurned By me and never given any thought?
Canto I
A freedom fighter fighting all the landsUpon the earth is hardly how I sawMyself a few long years ago. DemandsUpon one’s life can change one’s destiny: A news reporter finds that he commands
With my degree in beauty, can’t you seeThat when I say you’re beautiful, it’s true -I’ve analyzed all beauty thoroughly,But what I’d reproduce the most is you.
Canto II
And now I have to sing the song of Song,Of Michael Song whose vision was to showThe world the way the poor could become strongBy building for a poor country a brandNew city that would show where we went wrong