Ali Poem by Ibn Ali

He still rumbles
That flame long swayed and flickered in the wind
Now the smoke rises from the wick
And I love him
No one danced like you
My champion
It's not that you hit hard
But you were hardly hit
When they told you, you're unworthy
You showed yourself deserving
And the crown would nicely fit
In this corner
Wearing the white shorts and black stripes
Weighing 214 lbs
Skimming the canvas
As if coals were lit beneath
And the crowds emits a wall of sound
Defiant like the bee whose sting he sought
Too big to fly on wings so small
But he soared
And shook the world
Moreso on his exit
You'd always find him in a crowd of smiles he sourced
This gladiator fought
Never layed on his back long enough to be undignified
He rose
The bell tolls and knells his ears
His arms anvils that he wears
The saddest sight is that bright mind behind that sullen stare
Get up champ, fight
They see a man before you
But you saw your people's plight
All chests are bare to see the gazelle stroll
May Allah have mercy on his soul
The poet
And still
Heavyweight
Champion of the world
Muhammad Ali