Help! Help!
A course of a river for a bucket of gold
A bucket of gold for a pit of earth
A pit of earth for the lives of the children
The lives of the children for the stomach of the leaders
Help! Help!
We sow grain and thresh cyanide
We pluck fruit and suck petrol
We harvest the bodies of our youth with shovels and excavators
Which they dug into the earth for their daily bread
Help! Help!
My feet are planted where the trees are uprooted
My hands swim in darkness and sink in wetness
Where the fathers rested on gold, milk and honey
The children wander on pits and wooden bodies
Help! Help!
The gold coast is now a mud coast
The land is bald
The waters are thirsty
The fathers exported gold to China
The children import water from China
The chiefs ate from plates of gold
The subjects lick from cups of mud
Watch how they dam the course of nature
To strip the land bare ahead
While below the townspeople drown
First in the lost river
And second in the jigging of machines
Hello world
Welcome to Mud Coast
Yes, the same Gold Coast of old
Don’t expect to see gold or diamonds
But surely look out for mud and sludge
Else the pits will look out for you
The leaders champed away the national cake
They scraped the icing
While the people scrambled for the crumbs
With shovels and buckets
From Oti to Volta
They painted the greens brown
From Sisii to Ankobra
As the world watched on
From sunrise to sunset
Till Ghana was no more
Gather them and sell
Galamsey
Gather the land and sell the gold
Galamsey
Gather them and sell
Galamsey
Gather the youth and sell their future
Galamsey
What’s next in Peter’s Box? ¡Hasta luego amigos!
