This sun will not set until a new one emerges
This ink will not dry up until the rock is cracked
This story will not end until a new moon emerges
And when darkness promises to cast its shadows
On the blurring face of the earth
Our torch bearer’s Olympic flame shall not burn out
His flame will ignite to unite all sons of Adam.
This sun will not set until Kofi has had his dinner
And secure his seat in the conference of ancestors
So that when we gather to count the twinkling stars
On the jolly face of the sky, we would read the inscriptions
Coded in our hearts and memories for ages.