This poem was written for “A Prompt Each Day #25“, where we were asked to use the phrase “Heal the World!” as inspiration. This one turned out a bit silly, as it made me think of Michael Jackson’s Earth Song performance at the Brit Awards in 1996, where the stage was invaded by Jarvis Cocker from Pulp who believed that Michael Jackson was acting like God/Jesus. Odds are this won’t be one I’ll end up adding to my first poetry book when I publish it. Just a bit of fun.
In the first line I’ve presented two ways that Michael Jackson is viewed by the opposing camps. I’ve tried to avoid inserting too many of my personal opinions of the man behind the music. This is partly as I typically try not to judge the singers, artists & writers but just appreciate their art instead. Likewise I love Richard Wagner’s music but that doesn’t mean that I agree with his anti-Semitism. You can find this Earth Song performance here.
C’mon People, Heal the World!
A persecuted pariah/possible pedophile hopes to please us.
Stage strutting, some mutter: “He thinks he’s Jesus!”
“Heal them! Help them!” his Earth Song bids.
“C’mon, people! Won’t you think of the kids?”
To press point, he’s joined on the stage by some more:
some starving actors approach in rags to keep the score.
Sings: “We hurt them all – look what we’ve done!
So c’mon people; let’s save everyone!”
As magic Mike keeps conjuring, it makes me think:
Should I save the world – is it really on the brink?
Can I really go, leave all my responsibilities behind?
Hope that sin’s sanctified by benevolently being kind?
Perhaps they need saving in Singapore or somewhere sunny?
Will I heal them with hope or do they just need money?
How much healing can this one man do,
especially if I’m just as broken as you?
Where will I go and when should I start?
If I help will it heal holes in my heart?
Maybe fish need saving down by the sea?
If I save them, will some squid save me?
If I run to help, am I cowardly or brave?
What of the one at home I just can’t save?
Then out of nowhere, the spell’s broken & saviour’s schemes go south:
a pop prince’s plans pulped by a Jarvis Cocker to the mouth.
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