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 sad and 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
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)
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