African Elites, Gambian Elites    
  You are the most skilled, the most privilege, should I say
  In the social group that you belong
  What more than a narrow and powerful clique
  It is you I’m calling
  Do you see yourself when you look at us?
  Do you not see us as part of your big self?
  In the world over, elitism comes with privileges
  A society in which most members are least privileged
  And the least members are most privileged
  A matter of opportunity and status not evenly shared
  Elites of Europe, America, Australia, Japan
  Elites of Africa and Asia, what a difference
  Life worthwhile for all fellow citizens
  Will you make yours any different?
   
  African Elites, Gambian Elites
   
  A choice for you
  To stand up for your people
  For survival of a people worth living
  The comfort, the luxury
  A life we all so deserve
  Time to grow up now, and forever more
  What do you do for Africa?
  Children of the native land in far away destination
  Expensive lifestyle good for all yet reserved
  Open the iron gates guarded by angry dogs and hungry watchers
  Approach and let be approachable
  Keep the human connection
  With the people that you belong
  Never needing to live above them
  Get to know and be known
  You are still part of a body
   
  Gambian Elites African Elites
   
  What do you see when you look at us?
  In our big picture you are the other link
  Can’t you see us as yours and you as ours?
  Our wealth of our continent is not less yours
  Our gold dust, the diamond moulds, and coco flakes
  Stacks of dollars in Western banks,
  The rest die of hunger and thirst
  Laughing stock, aid seekers
  From live aid to sport relief
  What a disgrace to see
  Dying malnourished children
  Sunken eyes and dried lips
  Yearning mouths, no food no hope
  What a sadness to see on screen and on aid leaflets
  People drinking dirty water
  What a humiliation to see
  Living in the name of living!
   
  Tell us good elites, tell us
  Tell us African Elites
  When others laugh at us, they laugh at you too
  No matter your special skills and luxury possession
  When they say we are sick and hungry people
  They mean all of us, you and me.
  Stand up, grow up
  Never baby men and baby women
  Stand up Mr President and Mr Minister
  Write up Mr Editor
  Sit up Mr Banker
  Wake up Mr Businessman and woman
  With your special status comes special demand
  The finger pointing is on us and with you 
  Fat or thin as you are, so too your shadow
  The longer a day, the longer your trace
  You are seen and heard more than you know
  Be the one you are
  The golden eagle of flying people
  This is yours, good elites of all times
      

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