An African Queen

An African Queen Senegal what do I know of that country But I have sailed past her coast, alas, she Is married to Dakar nothing I can do. She spoke French the 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