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 ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L Web interface at: http://listserv.icors.org/archives/gambia-l.html To Search in the Gambia-L archives, go to: http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?S1=gambia-l To contact the List Management, please send an e-mail to: [log in to unmask] ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤