The Greatest of All Time

The Greatest of All Time

By Expotera
June 4, 2016

Yesterday our world loss truly one of the greatest athlete’s, boxer’s, champion’s, humanitarian’s, and, “Poets” of all time, Muhammad Ali.

So below I now very sadly, as well as very humbly present for you,
a poem that Muhammad Ali wrote back in July of 1972 which he
very touchingly called a, “Poetic Poem” because in his own words,
“He Could Float Like A Butterfly And Sting Like A Bee” and he will
always be loved, appreciated, missed, and remembered by millions,
upon millions of friends, family members, and fans, just like me,
so, “Rest In Peace” Brother Muhammad Ali and may your incredible
words below now finish speaking for a very emotional me:

Better far from all I see

To die fighting to be free

What more fitting end could be?

Better surely than in some bed

Where in broken health I’m led

Lingering until I’m dead

Better than with prayers and pleas

Or in the clutch of some disease

Wasting slowly by degrees

Better than of heart attack

Or some dose of drug I lack

Let me die by being Black

Better far that I should go

Standing here against the foe

Is the sweeter death to know

Better than the bloody stain

On some highway where I’m lain

Torn by flying glass and pane

Better calling death to come

Than to die another dumb

Muted victim in the slum

Better than of this prison rot

If there’s any choice I’ve got

Kill me here on the spot

Better far my fight to wage

Now while my blood boils with rage

Lest it cool with ancient age

Better vowing for us to die

Than to Uncle Tom and try

Making peace just to live a lie

Better now that I say my sooth

I’m gonna die demanding truth

While I’m still akin to youth

Better now than later on

Now that fear of death is gone

Never mind another dawn.

Muhammad Ali (January 17, 1942 – June 3, 2016)