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recently posted on BoyChat. I hope Michael finds peace, joy, and the love of many boys in the next dimension. '...the soft caress of a loving kiss...' Posted by KoP on 2009-March-8 15:53:59, Sunday A poem by Michael Jackson: Children of the world, we'll do it We'll meet on endless shores Making sandcastles and floating our boats While people fight and defend their point of view Forever putting on masks that are new We'll swing the tide of time and do it. Children of the world, we'll do it With song and dance and innocent bliss And the soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it. While traders trade and haggle their price And politicians try so hard to be nice We'll meet on endless shores and floating our boats We'll do it. While lawyers argue and doctors treat Stockbrokers quote the price on meat While preachers preach and ring the bell Carpetbaggers with something to sell We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss With the soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it. Meeting on endless shores Making sandcastles and floating our boats We'll do it. We'll ride the rainbow, a cloud, a storm Flying in the wind, we'll change our form We'll reach the stars, embrace the moon We'll break the barrier and be there soon While architects plan their buildings high And trade unions raise their hue and cry While boardroom squabbles generate heat And in secret places dealers meet We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss And the soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it. While philosophers grapple and continue to tackle Endless dilemmas of body and mind Physicists wander, continue to ponder Perennial questions of space and time Archeologists survey, continue to dig Bygone treasures small and big Psychologists probe, analyze the tears Of hysterical notions, phobias, fears While priests take confessions In a serious session And people struggle In the hustle and bustle In the noise and din On the meaning of sin We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon Break the barrier, arrive there soon Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm Flying in the wind, changing our form Children of the world, we'll do it With song and dance and innocent bliss The soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it. |