To be treated by the irony of fame; to stop his breath at a time when it should not stop; and how much the public liked him; and how many times he appeared to show himself; and how much the people appreciated him; then all of a sudden the news that he is breathing no more; that he should not be expected on stage anymore.
Imagine how he felt; imagine what was the end of his career; imagine the expectations of his fans, his friends, his family, his audience; they did not expect that they would have to feel his absence.
The irony of fate which is just the opposite of the irony of his fame. May God bless his soul, may God give tranquility to his spectators who are watching the screen and wishing for this person to be on the screen and with that; God bless that soul.
Oh no, oh no. Aye, irony of fate, was that your expectation? The destruction of all his hopes? To terminate even the hopes of his audience? To terminate his life? May God bless his soul. We didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to the beauty on the stage. What hopes he had are now all gone. Fare thee well and God’s speed, Michael. From Him we come and unto Him we shall all return.
This is Tribute No. 1 to the memory of Michael Jackson who had passed away on June 25 2009 in L.A. and this was written by Retro's Grandfather!
