The king is dead...

I don't wanna know the person
his word's enough for me.
so I can't help
feeling the grief
When I hear the Moon Walker's
gone.


Beyond the controversy
something that is clear
is the tons of earings
and the lot of eyes
that enjoy his art
no matter if they're black or white.


No more thrillers will be seen
with a bunch of werewolves
chasing people
in the middle of the night.

Who will now heal the world?
if we are the world;
if we are the children...


In his last battle
the black knight was defeated;
the tic-tac has stopped
and now he travels
to the neverland.


Tell me, Mickey, were you really bad?
'cause I'm gonna take your voice
and put it in a magic box
that from now on I'll just
keep it in the closet.

...long live the king.​

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¡Live the king! Your poem is very pretty.

Jop Piobb

 

Thanx for your words. To tell the truth it's very difficult making a poem in a different language, but I dared and tried having as a context this tragic event on such a wondrful artist.

Thanks again. Greetings