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We Love
You, Mr. Jackson
Your longing
for your mythical island:
Neverland,
Got the
better of you.
We still hear
your high pitched voice
Haunting us
in our dreams.
We love you.
Michael
Joseph Jackson,
Born in Gary,
Indiana
On August 29,
1958
Is at peace
with the world,
Despite the
persisting tumult
Here on
earth.
We love you.
So long Mr.
Jackson
Wherever you
are.
The moment
your soul
Left your
body
And headed
for the cosmos
At the speed
of light,
Your earthly
uncertainties,
Eccentric
lifestyle,
Bizarre
disintegration,
Angst,
Dollar debts,
law suits,
The 100,000
dollar bill
For
prescription drugs
From a
Beverly Hill apothecary,
Suddenly
became a thing of the past.
What remains
are the shock, sadness,
Memories of
your handsome face,
Ruined by
plastic surgery.
What we
cherish in our memories
Are your
moonwalk,
Catchy
rhythms,
Beat and
split-second timing
As you
danced, sang and thrilled us.
Your
exquisite voice and haunting lyrics:
I'll Be
There,
Billie
Jean,
Black or
White,
Bad,
Thriller,
Dangerous,
History,
Heal
the World.
If Elvis was
the first white
Who could
sing and swivel
His hips like
a black,
You showed
the world:
It didn't
matter
If you're
Black or White.
You were the
global artist
Par
excellence,
With a great
soul.
We love you
for it.
We looked
forward to
This
is It in London,
But it was
not to be.
Your global
fans
Are
moon-walking
To your
infectious rhythm
In Paris,
London, Germany,
A jailhouse
‘Thriller' dance
In a prison
in Cebu.
Madame
Tussaud has brought out
A Jacko in
wax
At the
Brandenburger gate in Berlin,
With a
condolence book.
We miss you.
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