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hajara abdul khader

(05-09-86)

An Epitaph for MJ


The world has lost a king.
Music is in chaos; it bewails his loss,
The one whose life was music.
All danced to his tune;
Now he lies low,
6 feet down,
Waiting for His Grace.
We pray for him,
The one whose music was prayer,
'Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race'.
Let us pray in unison for this great soul
Whose food was music
And music alone...
'If music be the food of love, play on....'
No music reigned above him,
But it sprang from his soul,
Whose spirit was music.
The charm of music lies within,
And from therein comes his voice.
He reigned like a fresh bloom
In the garden of music.

But now...

He’s gone from earth,

But not from our hearts...

He stays behind,

For coming generations...

There’s no end for MJ...

Submitted: Friday, July 10, 2009
Edited: Thursday, July 21, 2011

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