Muhammad Ali left us ten years ago
the greatest of
all is gone
he held the world
in his hands
he spoke to us—all
the greatest of us
lives on
I got the news in
the deep of night
awakening in the
dark to the radio
weeping
Muhammad Ali had died
of all the heroes
I ever fell for
he was the only one
who was truly alive
he was the only hero
I ever prayed for
I believed in Ali
that he could
make a difference
in our lives,
in the world
in our time
he spoke of justice,
the foundation of
freedom
Ali spoke the truth,
as a condition for
love
he spoke to the
world
with the same
style he fought in
Ali was a poet
who fought for
everyone
he spun rhythms
that dazzled
he knew that words
could hurt
Ali was pretty as a butterfly
fearsome as a bee
he danced…floating
past us
singing of his
sting
Ali was the great champion
bumaye…Ali
he bravely faced
the powers
that govern our cruel
world
Muhammad Ali was a prophet
in our time
he gave us permission
to brag
to be good, take
bold action…do right
he risked the
things that he desired most
he gave up his titles,
his money and fame
he went to prison
as a boxer named Casius Clay
he returned to the
world with a new name
he handcuffed lightning
and sent thunder to jail
My hero Ali was right
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