Muhammed Ali Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Muhammad Ali

Everyone has a way
I know him in my way
Do recall why and when…

Everywhere was blood…bloodshed
We knew that by name
"The cold war; test ground Vietnam."

Like today in Iraq and Yemen, Syria…

He stood and said: "No! "
Rejected to attend ugly war.

And he lost, lost a lot
Firmly held his ground
For the sake of the right.

Elvis though
The so called King of Rock
Sheepishly kissed ground
Photos are and must be all around
Girls cried…
His head shaved joined soldiers.

That is why Ali is my hero
I met him in O'Hare; Chicago
I beg him to remain on my tongue, in my mind
Forever

Champion
You are the shadow of Fredrick
The Douglas…