I shared my emotions at her accidental death
with my beloved mother then a decade or so ago
the dearly departed Princess of Hearts soothed
millions of worldly citizens to cry buckets then.
And now the final curtain has been drawn on
the late King of Pop — a legend in his own right
who only recently told his global fans, “This is it!”
I can never fathom what Michael Jackson meant
neither could the whole world understand the King.
Throughout his life, miseries sealed his unhappiness
troubles followed suit wherever the MoonWalker went
from slanderous to scandalous media frenzy and chaos
MJ had to withstand pressures so menial but tangible
yet he overcame them all and the icon still stood tall.
50 live concerts at 50 years old does sound a tall order
but no, not to him, he’d have faced all the challenges
like a real macho man whose sincerity only God knows
the hardships and struggles toward the end of his days
only echoed and proved what the King of Pop is made of.
Guts of steel and icy cold snow-whitened familiar face
of the dearly departed, who’ll surely be missed in time
I shall not cry for you Michael Jackson and expect no
tears from me, the day your music died and got buried
millions mourn your passing, their hearts poured to you.
Your future brighter days lie ahead in the Hereafter
to be filled with infinite comforts and endless joy
minus paparazzis and blood-sucking human leeches
taking advantage of your gentle, soft-spoken naivety
but fret no more, my farewell King, you are on your own.
It’s time to enjoy everlasting beauties of the Heavens above
which befit the true legendary King of Pop from Planet Earth
from a small kid with a big golden voice to an adult performer
night in, night out you have sung to the world songs of hope
Ode to the King of Pop, the One Most Benevolent to welcome.