Feet Of Clay

Feet Of Clay

The fastest feet in any ring

A lightning punch that made the tachyons crawl

Kinshasa Knights surrounding, ‘Ali, Ali’

In Nineteen Seventy Four

He knew he’d win and with

With hopeful joy the peopled' sing.

Believing in his country

With America on his side,

Back in Dark Nineteen Sixty

This naive young patriot

On his Rpman holidayh

Uncovered Lightweight Heavy Gold

Back home, festering and lingering

The racist hate lay in wait

The feet of Clay

Still shackled

By hateful bigots old.

From the caterpillar cotton field

Came a lip so bold

Louisville born and bound

He came to float

As butterflies should

Liston tried to slug at shadows

That danced and stung

The elusive butterfly,

The bee’s deadly sting

Tolling for the seventh

The Bear stayed in his lair

Ali with the unexpected win.