When Motown Died Once More
(In Memory of the late, Marvin Gaye)
It was April of Nineteen Eighty-four
When We lost the Man, We did adore
Aine life funny;Our not knowing, what's in store
At least, the One he lived, was far from a bore
Cause he had hit Albums, by the score
But, for what he stood, meant So much more
Since he, about being REAL, opened up the door
Capturing the true Essence of being Black and Poor
Sending across a MESSAGE about Humanity and War
Yet, the Magic lies behind how he derived at the core
Ole Marvin, had a way of making Us to him, lure
How tragic, about his being shot dead to the floor
Although, apart of him remains on Lake Michigan's shore
And, if We listen closely at the waves, We can Still hear him, ROAR!!!!
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