TRIBUTE TO MUHAMMAD ALI
Not a battle of wits
Not a battle of might
Nay, a battle at all it’s not
An assured assurance
The certain certainty
The inevitable event
That which destroys all pleasures,
The thought of which makest shivers run down the spine rich,
The sanctuary of the oppressed,
Whether be great, whether be weak,
Whether be wise, whether be unwise,
Whether be smart, whether be sluggish,
Whether be rich, whether be poor,
O Death, how beautiful thou does carry out justice?
No one, thou regards not,
From the streets of Sudan
To the mansions of Dubai
To the towers of America
Everywhere in the universe, thine hand is felt,
Thy hand which giveth shock to the breast of mankind,
Thy hand, so cold,
Thy hand, a manufacturer of pains and tears
How many great men hast thou taken?
From the great empire of Rome,
To the princes of Persia
To the Kings of Israel
The successful merchants of Venice,
From them, your hand, you did not withhold,
They call him the greatest,
But you took him,
Indeed, for Indeed He dies not and He shall cause you, O messenger of death to have a taste of the cup of death thou used to pass around…
Another Icon is Late, Muhammad Ali, may Allah (SWT) forgive his sins and grant him Jannah… Ameen.
Tell it to the dead, we are coming, we are not in haste yet it could be hastened yet tarried…
It’s amazing how the dead crieth for the dead.
Illa Al-ladhina Amanu wa Amilu As-Salihati, Falahum ajrun ghayru mamnun
… Those who have faith and do righteous deeds, they shall have a reward unfailingly.
Bashir Lucas Samson Lukman (tribute to Muhammad Ali)
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