We Mourn The King Of Pop Poem by Mimie Durand

We Mourn The King Of Pop



For the king of pop
the world will mourn
now void of spotlight
ridicule and scorn.

You soared to heights
no longer attained
your brilliant music
your dance uinconstrained.

It’s unimaginable
the goal you’ve achieved
with ingenious composition
you leave us bereaved.

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