By John Yeo
A powerful mogul resides in the city,
A financial Prince of commerce.
His glass-walled penthouse office holds
A man of destiny, wheeling and dealing
Operating with icy calm and disdain,
Creating wealth from the future swings.
Money made without care or pity,
Speculating with decisions and peoples lives,
Chairman of the future.
The city that grew from shipping
Along a twisting river of time,
Draws people from many places
Seeking work and somewhere to live
Free from the pangs of hunger and thirst,
The ravages of poverty and crime.
Created through careless men of commerce
Squeezing their lands for profit.
Chairmen of the future
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