Michael Joseph Jackson, was his name
Born on August twenty ninth, of nineteen fifty eight
Was destined from the very beginning, to fame
To 'shock and awe' the crowds was his trait.
Amaze did he, the people of this very divided earth
With his so bewildering endowment of songs
And dances of exhilaration and mirth
That the world forgot its rights and wrongs!
Now, he is gone, went away on June twenty fifth, of twenty zero nine
To be with God and to, finally, have the peace
That he so craved for, in this land of yours and mine
But never did attain, till the dance of his heart did cease.
A thriller like him come but once in a life time
To unite this world split by race, religion and creed
To name him the icon of unity will be no crime
Just a simple accolade that will be gladly agreed.
But alas! In the later part of his life, tarnished was his
image
For the unsavory deeds he was suspected to have done
And which were, mercilessly, published, page after page
Please God, forgive him of misgivings, as he is also Your son!
He died, but still lived in the hearts of his fans
In every corner of this wide, wild world
They hummed his songs of thrill, and songs of romance
While on his name their fingers
and eyes swirled!
