Franco, Forgive Me
I once loathed your songs
Every sunny Sunday afternoon
Father would tune in to a radio show,
Hosted by Fred Obach
Whose booming deep voice
Would make me flee home.
The songs were boring,
The rumbling rhumba rolled too long,
Father would lighten up on every beat
And sing along as if he were Franco
But now?
Franco, your tunes I can't resist.
"Kimpa Kisangameni" is on my tongue,
I don't care about my bad lyrics,
I find peace in your songs, Franco
"Mamou" hums through my memory lane
With lazy beats that calm my brain.