Colour

Death takes the colour out of you
Yet you take the colour out of death
They made fun of you
Even after you took your last breath

But the recognized and respected what you did
This one bit was not hid
Indeed they might say awful stuff
But who hasnt made a joke or two?

You are the colour that we need
In the music that you breed
Implanted in us is your seed
Living by the Jackson creed

So Michael it dont matter if your black or white
Yellow, red, purple, or grey
Coming together is what's right

On this colourful day