Posted by By J E Solomon
Michael Joe Jackson
The King of Pop
The Emperor of the Stage
The Gloved One
The Legend
The Greatest Entertainer
The Most Talented Singer
Once the little boy that stunned the world with his talent
And grew up into a man with amazing creativity
Loved by music fans all over
Da yie, da yie, da yie
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
The King of Pop
The Emperor of the Stage
The Gloved One
The Legend
The Greatest Entertainer
The Most Talented Singer
Once the little boy that stunned the world with his talent
And grew up into a man with amazing creativity
Loved by music fans all over
Da yie, da yie, da yie
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
For some you were a gold mine
A source of big income
For others you were a dancer divine
A source of inspiration.
Michael Jackson, a mortal you were
And like all mortals
You were very, very human
With what the world may term faults
But who in this world is without faults?
To some you were a freak – a psycho,
A wacko jacko, a sicko jacko
The legendary pauper, the King of Pain
But, to millions, you were adorable, incomparable, charitable
And, of course, fallible
To some you were child-less,
In the real sense of the word
But to the world you were a father
A true father – loving and caring
It really doesn’t matter, Michael
For a great phylosopher once said:
“It matters not what you are thought to be, but what you are.”
Michael, you were, in the eyes of your fans, a father
You were, in the eyes of the world, an icon
For whom 1.6 million people registered to be at your memorial
Michael, it’s all because of who and what you were:
The Legend, The King of Pop, The Emperor of the Stage,
The musician the world loved, and will continue to love
In death, as in life.
Michael Jackson
As your flowers-adorned casket sits in the Staples Center
With fans and loved ones catching glimpses of your casket
While the whole world watches your memorial live via TV
Weep not thy passing, but be of good cheer
For though as many people loved you
There might also be those who despised you
Michael, it’s as natural to love, as to despise
Such is life, weep not, weep not in your grave
For there are millions, perhaps more
To whom your passing was a devastation
Life is unpredictable
Death is inevitable
Living is hard and painful, even with fame and fortune
But death is easy, and simple
Michael, damerefa, damerefa due.
You will forever be remembered
From the East to the West, from North to the South
In Russia, in China, in India, Africa, Australia, the Phillipines, everywhere
From the East to the West, from North to the South
In Russia, in China, in India, Africa, Australia, the Phillipines, everywhere
It’s all because of love for you
Yes, love – the greatest emotional constellation
It transcends all barriers – race and nationality
Michael, be of good cheer
For talents like you
Are God’s way of touching lives on Earth
You are dead and gone, physically
But not your music, not your albums
They are, and will be, FOREVER!
Michael, rest in peace, rest in perfect peace,
Da yie, da yie, da yie
Yaa wo, yaa wo, yaa wo dzogbann.
Yes, love – the greatest emotional constellation
It transcends all barriers – race and nationality
Michael, be of good cheer
For talents like you
Are God’s way of touching lives on Earth
You are dead and gone, physically
But not your music, not your albums
They are, and will be, FOREVER!
Michael, rest in peace, rest in perfect peace,
Da yie, da yie, da yie
Yaa wo, yaa wo, yaa wo dzogbann.