Where are we going, beloved Senegal
Somewhere unknown, we gaze sideways
our mask only partially covering our nose and mouth.
we do not follow rules, we are free
we have never been slaves here.
where are we going, beloved Senegal,
the scenery races by, we are looking behind
instead of ahead, then switching seats,
racing forward into the future.
our eyes straight ahead.
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