I was down in the gutter,
And many hated my guards,
Then I heard a tall black man
speak, He spoke life back into me,
His words were as strong as that
of the celestial beings, He said
I am the greatest and I heard him,
He said I am the greatest and I
believed it, He was Mohammed Ali,
He was so fast I thought he was a
shooting star, He was so strong, he
must have been a descendent of a
great people, his fist feasted on
his opponents, And his words paralyzed
his enemies, He spoke truth to power,
And by so doing showed us the power of
truth, he held the devil with his horns,
He was black, bold and excellent in a
white world, He was black and proud in
a world of white supremacist, His kind
must have sat on thrones, I will walk
his talk, with my shoulders broadened,
With my feet steadfast, my mind unshackled
and my eyes on the price, Dead or alive
I will be free in the land of the living
dead.. I heard him and now I declare I am
the greatest.
|H.F Swarts|
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem