Mohammed Ali Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Mohammed Ali.
A legend to usa ll.
In youth I would recall.
That charasmatic you fighter and poet.
All hated him because of what he was.
Diffuclt times when you were black.
Stereotypes, old guard and hate.

Cassius Clay went to fight for the US of A.
The fame he enjoyed.
All because fate had been a guiding hand.
Went to th gym.
to watch a fight.
Went outside and someone took his bike.
Became a fighter and a man.
He was hated for being a negro.,
i draw similarities with my won life.
When you stand out.
You have to ready to finish the bout.
He was lored by his won community.
White men would hate his wit.
Short quips and poems.
Predicting the result.
Adding injury to insult.
People thought he was joining a cult.
For when he came a Muslim.
His own community would shun him.
And treat him like dirt.
But at the time, life is US was disturbing.
Uncle Sam had got paranoid.
Were sending young men to Hanoi.
The beat the evil commie.

Mohammed Ali stood up for his beliefs.
In court he had said I don't want to fight in the Army.
just because the world had got barmy.
Lost his respect and titles.
Boxing lost a true a legend.
Came back fighting
To prove he still had the shuffle.
But to me a Muslim like me.
You always had the hustle.
I love you, a Southpaw that could sting like a bee.
Float like a butterfly.

Fighting Parkinsons
is the daily bout this legend has to contend with.
But Allah will always ghrant your prayers when you least expect.
Mohammd Ali, Respect.



Ibrar Siddiqi 4.5.08