He came dancing across the canvas
With his poems and his puns
Fighting for the new world
And a place to share the sun
On the floor lay the Draft Board
With their orders and their laws
By himself he often wondered
About their secret world
And his followers stood round him
Some sat at his knee
He saw their many colours
More than the Gods could see
And the ideas all were beautiful
And the principles were strong
His freedom would be sacrifice
So others could go on
So hate might be a legend
And war be never known
That peoples work together
And together lift the stone
The fight he took to many lands
Some died along the way
He built up with his gloved hands
What can’t be built today
But I hope he’ll be remembered
For what he did that day
When he killed the men who wanted
To send him on his way
He came dancing across the canvas
Ali, Ali
What a killer
wbalanstuart
wiseblood.net 