At the sudden death of Michael Jackson.
There were vultures,
their claws left scars on your heart..
There were hyenas, their hungry jaws wide open,
ready to tear your heart apart.
And there was also death,
looming in the dark of the morning.
You moondanced hyenas and vultures,
left them all confused.
You couldn’t moondance death,
but your songs did.
Copyright Walter Palm
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