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.
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
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