Michael Jackson and his Umbrella Right?

Illuminati Killer Robot Reports... This is a poem of mine about how I see the world right now. How i see some folks and institutions who are privileged and some folks who are not. Some folks who can live their lives under a safe, strong umbrella and some folks who are doomed to live in the rain. It is a poem about kings and queens, children in poverty and umbrella'ness

Crushed in isolation from childhood 

The grown man did manoeuvre for the umbrella Forsaking 'Self' the Universe grows 'I' 

Yet, The grown man did still manoeuvre for the umbrella 

Its sense is strong and bright 

It keeps me warm in bed tonight 

Forsaking 'Self' the Universe grows 'I' 

Yet, The grown man did still manoeuvre for the umbrella 

What doth qualify your umbrella right? 

Is it fame, fortune, genius or birth right? 

Forsaking 'Self' the Universe grows 'I' 

Yet, The grown man did still manoeuvre for the umbrella 

Does the threat of terrorism come from black or white, fear and fright? 

Or does it come from those with umbrella right? 

Forsaking 'Self' the Universe grows 'I' 

Yet, The grown man did still manoeuvre for the umbrella 

A poverty child, a dispossessed family, a mind driven insane with umbrella fright 

Who will inherit the non-umbrella world this night? 

Forsaking 'Self' the Universe grows 'I' 

Yet, The grown man did still manoeuvre for the umbrella 

So if you are an umbrella hogger 

A world bank, A crowned prince, a celebrity, a wealthy 

Forsaking 'Self' the Universe grows 'I' 

One day you will wish that you had given up that umbrella 

For, those without, will some day take that umbrella away