How I almost hear him say, “Better Late than Never, My Child”

– My Tribute to the King of Pop, Another King of Peace, Michael Jackson –

A Black Star, when White ruled the World
A Blessed Child with Music as his Gift
A handsome young man
Titled the “King”, The King of Pop

He spoke of Peace, not many heard
He loved Children, only to be called a Pedophile
He changed his nose, the colour of his skin, only to be criticised
He married the daughter, daughter of the other King, only to add confusion

Maybe he wanted to be the King of Peace
Maybe he wanted to save the next Generation
Maybe he wanted to show, changing nature of external beauty
Maybe he wanted to show, another like him, by showing the daughter as father was no more
Maybe he knew a lot more than we knew

How I wish I saw his love, in his living years

But,
How I almost hear him say,
“Better Late than Never, My Child”

May the world hear Him
May the world hear Me
May the world hear All
May the world hear The Healing

– Nim –