EPISTLE by S. A. David

Category: epitaph

(For Michael Jackson, 1958-2009)

Our love and hate for you was Unbreakable
Because to many of us you were a Heartbreaker
But your gift and stardom were Invincible
Such that Heaven can wait

At your death break of Dawn
I remained so Speechless
I wept: Gone too soon
I saw Blood on the dance floor

Your life and death remain a Thriller
Your absence makes me Cry
Your disappearance to me is Bad
I wanted to Rock with you

Now in your absence, I just can’t stop loving you
My wish: I want you back
To be working Day and night
I want you to be the Man in the mirror

Alas! I weep for a Childhood
I wish you were given One more chance
But this time not with a Dirty Diana
Who is it? You may ask

If you’re given a second chance
You should brace yourself and Give in to me
You should Hold my hands
Because now I don’t care if you’re Black or White

Your childhood was that of the Lost children
Always kept in the studio of privacy
Always threatened by a Lord
But now, You’re not alone, I’m with you

Your absence makes me Remember the time
Every minute, The way you make me feel
When Janet and you made a Scream
Just like a Smooth Criminal

Now I wanna be starting something
Will you be there? I wish
Because whatever happens
I’d be a Stranger in Moscow

To cork the glass
Your Earth song is superb
Perhaps some a time in the future
I’ll appreciate; She’s out of my life

From Billie Jean to Beat it and beyond
Your Human nature was of Butterflies
Never stopping till you get enough
Because your passion was more than 2000 watts

To pop you said:
You are my life
One funny thing; to the Liberian girl,
You said: Don’t walk away

With your Dangerous
You made a stage jam
I wish’d I’d be there
On the stage with you

With your Heal the world
You Rock my world
Letting me know that
We are the world

You let me know something
That stars are always above
Even in the tomb, they are backbitten
By folks, They don’t really care about us

With love and affection
From your brother his good passion
Much love your highness
I doff. Dear King Mike.