The king of pop keeps rocking the world with his stupendous moves
The ghost of his creations keep returning to haunt and thrill
Just beat it, beat and beat it as he would say, no one wants to be defeated by death
The world keeps reflecting the man in the mirror and makes him eternal
As he keeps moonwalking on the stage of time.
Dedicated to the moon walker
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem