An African Queen
Senegal what do I
know of that country
know of that country
But I have sailed
past her coast, alas, she
past her coast, alas, she
Is married to Dakar
nothing I can do.
nothing I can do.
She spoke French the
tall lady and sounded
tall lady and sounded
Sex, my language seems like a bulldozer
Flattening a Palestinian home so I smiled and
Said little dismayed over my lack of speech
When it imperative to make injustice heard.
Tall she was walked like a gazelle she worked
At a place where she didn`t had to be up
At seven in the morning and anyway she was
Not from Senegal, it was Senegal I loved
My ship doesn`t sail her way, but I whisper her
Name Senegal, Senegal into the African breeze
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