The King Of Pop

Poem By Taylor McAlister

sometimes things happen for a reason.
some reasons are a crime.
some people never make it
some have always shined.

they called him wacko jacko,
they ridiculed and scorned
they laughed and teased,
but now they are forlorn.

the king of pop has passed,
and now they all shed tears.
because the one who gave us music,
and thrilled us for fifty years.

that one person,
now has left us all.
where one day we’ll see him,
with stories to enthrall.

while we sing his anthems,
’Thriller’ and ’Black and White’
And see him do the moonwalk,
never have you seen such a sight.

the king of pop has passed, they say.
now they cry his name.
and think of all the people,
that are riddled with guilt and shame.

Comments about The King Of Pop

which people are riddled with guilt and shame? good poem


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