uh like my poems?.. I don't:C

1: On the day the king of pop was named, A predator in shadows, his heart unclaimed. Yet beneath the spotlight, an angel's grace, Michael Jackson, with his timeless face. The world wept loud for the talent lost, But whispers of judgment, they paid the cost. In echoes of music, his spirit soared high, Yet cruel words lingered, as the tears ran dry. A heart full of magic, a voice pure and bright, He danced through the darkness, a beacon of light. But they turned their backs, in a moment so cold, As stories of sorrow and scandal unfold. Oh, the day he departed, the world felt the ache, For a legend was gone, yet the truth was at stake. In the silence that followed, his legacy stayed, A reminder of love, though the price had been paid. 2: On the day he passed, the world stood still, Tears flowed freely, hearts felt the chill. An angel face, in memories bright, A beacon of love, now lost to the night. Anger arose, like a storm in the sky, His father’s sorrow, a silent goodbye. The doctor’s hands, they failed to defend, Leaving a void that will never amend. Yet in every tear, in each whispered prayer, His spirit lingers, forever we care. Though the world feels heavy, wrapped in its grief, In love’s gentle embrace, we find our relief. For though he’s departed, his light still remains, In the hearts of the many, in laughter, in pains. The world misses him, that much is true, But his angel face shines in all that we do.