Ali
where did you go?
Your fallen crown, your resurrect,
your voice so strong,
lost to the restraint
of misbegotten fate.
We, your progeny
remember: ALI
your blood and spate and voice
that flew about
(float like a butterfly)
Ali, your chin was strong, and stern
your black, proud
your fist a terror frozen, high
(sting like a bee)
your fight much bigger
than the tiny square
you danced as if
there were no rules, no doubt
as if you never knew regret.
You gave each one of us
a little bit of free.

Ali
in Africa (they chanted beyume)
you danced a legendary
fought the boundaries
of hate, the rot of prejudice, you knew
no shame, you spoke in proud, your chin
was strong, your fist flew straight
and always, high
we heard your voice, we saw
you rise and never fall,
Ali, we won't forget.