The King of Pop

A poem dedicated to Michael Jackson

The King of Pop

You burst onto the scene at a very young age
with four of your brothers in tow.
The music was great and the moves were cool,
but you were always the star of the show.

The King of Pop became your persona
as you were worshipped by all.
We put you up there on a pedestal
and then waited for you to fall.

Your skin changed colour and your face it's shape,
but still you carried on trailblazing.
Some said you were weird and unusual
but most thought you still quite amazing.

Being at the top has it's price
and you knew that more than some.
But while we were all enjoying your heyday
we didn't know what was to come.

They hounded and pushed you until you were weak,
and then they put you on trial.
And the doubters never di believe
your adamant, constant denial.

Your comeback was to be quite astounding
with an unprecedented fifty date tour.
But with the untimely demise of the King of Pop
this star was to shine no more.

by cazzy