Bank Note My Name

by Anna Atsu

In Warsaw's whistling trams

I'll leave my train trace,

Kigali's green hills,

My Inka moo-ing will embrace.

In Accra's heat,

My name dreams will ignite,

Johannesburg's jovial rhythm,

My heart's delight.

Parisian streets, where art and love entwine,

Brussels' musical multitude, is a treasure so divine.

Uncertain if Kyiv and Moscow will call my name,

Time will unveil true friends, where I find my fame.

Years may pass, but I won't hesitate,

Active in waiting, for my banking fate.

For wherever I roam, whatever I gain,

I'll bank my name in Milky Cities,

And a banker’s heart

Forever to remain.

Through the good offices of Uruyange