The Black Superman by MUHAMMAD NAVEED AHMED (Emmenay) (ebook reader for laptop txt) 📖

PROLOGUE:

DANCE MUHAMMAD ALI, DANCE!


Glide like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
The world shan�t forget you Muhammad Ali,
Thirty one years since you met Smokin' Joe,
In less than five years you retired that foe.
You fought for a cause, your fists and feet showed,
The shuffle, the flurries, the techniques that glowed.
The rapier like repartee of pre-fight encounters,
The razor like sharpness of your jabs on contenders.
You proved to one and all that you were a champion,
Inside and outside the ring, of the world, not one nation.
You still inspire many to believe in what they have,
And faith in God Almighty be steadfast and brave.
Your magic in the ring no one can reproduce,
Your aura outside it inspires many a muse.
O Muhammad Ali, Champ of the Millennium,
May God be with you and whatever your ambition.
You gave us so much, your wizardry in the ring,
Fifteen rounds of delight, the echoes still ring.
Dance Muhammad Ali, nothing can stop you,
Not Parkinson or anything for God is with you.
Dance Muhammad Ali and let the flame rekindle,
The dying torch of boxing, let's see it rumble.
Dance Muhammad Ali, O that we could see,
Another one like you, but how can it be?
Dance Muhammad Ali and �boma ye�* impostors,
We wait Muhammad Ali for your true successor.
Till that day dawns, you must dance Muhammad Ali,
For, in your past fights do our hearts find glee.
Dance Muhammad Ali and let them all find,
That you were incomparable, one of a kind.
You shook Joe Frazier, you swept away Norton,
You annihilated them all in a very neat fashion.
Big George Foreman, they said, he would kill you,
But you struck him like lightning with stunning precision.
Giant after giant the world threw in your way,
But you whupped them all with pomp show and play.
Today those who know you pray a special prayer,
May you Muhammad Ali live long, forever and ever.

*Boma ye: Meaning kill him in Congo language

(1) THE BLACK SUPERMAN

This saga began during the second world war,
The world's best boxer was born at last.
Everyone had seen Rocky, Louis and Ray,
But they still had to see the feats of Clay.
At two he knocked out his mum's teeth,
It is now famous as the Champ's first feat.
When he was eighteen he was sent to Rome,
His fists and feet brought the gold to his home.
After this triumph he turned himself pro,
All the pretenders had now to go.
A bully named Liston, an awesome Big Bear,
Was then sitting on the champion's chair.
But now the Lip had come to claim his own,
And push aside Liston from what was his throne.
The world was shocked to see that a boy,
Had challenged Sonny, Liston the feared guy.
What they didn't see was the Louisville Lip,
Had spring-like fists and wing-like feet.
So the stage was set for the great big fight,
Everyone was sitting on their seats, airtight.
Ring-a-ding-ding, the first round began,
The 'Lip' dared the 'Bear': Catch me if you can.
With that came the stings: zip-zip-zip-zip-zip,
The result was a gash above the 'Bear's' lip.
Similarly went rounds two, three and four,
Liston appeared to be falling on the floor.
When round four was about to finish,
The 'Bear' rubbed some drug so that the 'bee' diminish.
The liniment crept slowly into the challenger's eyes,
And he looked like a baby that suddenly cries.
He knew the 'Bear' had done something, not in the book,
So that he could win by hook or by crook.
Somehow the 'Lip' managed to survive round five,
And now he decided to skin the 'Bear' alive.
He even taunted him: So you called me your meat,
Now see how I force you to eat your own feast.
He danced, he shuffled, he hit lefts and rights,
As he had predicted, he was carrying the whole fight.
One and all were spellbound as it became clear,
That Sonny Liston's reign was drawing near.
In the Miami arena, under a waxing moon,
A 'Big Bear' was prancing to a stinging bee's tune.
After this round the feared Sonny kneeled,
And acknowledged before all that his fate was sealed.
The decision echoed: Clay is the new king:
But now the Lip declared the big thing.
I am not Cassius Clay, not a slave anymore,
But a Muslim and a free man through Islam's door.
He said his new name would be Muhammad Ali,
And a champ who can't be whipped by any big bully.
All his detractors called him a crazy fella,
Could not see him as a servant of Allah.
But brag what they may, what he said was done,
He was the new ruler of the heavyweight kingdom.
He was superb, fantastic, agile and trim,
Drawing more crowds than a super-hit film.
None could destroy him, not even Ku-klux-klan,
Because Allah was with the 'Black Superman'.


(2) THIS AINT NO JIVE

Rumble young man, rumble, was the roar of the slogan,
When the Black Superman landed in London.
He came to display his skills against Henry Cooper,
Whose left hook was described as 'Henry's Hammer'.
But the 'Lip' promised the world to knock him out in five,
And also predicted that it 'wouldn't be no jive.'
Then came the night for which all Britain longed,
The stadium was full as more crowds thronged.
Everyone was there, the common and the cream,
Focussed from Buckingham were the eyes of the queen.
The atmosphere was tense as a relaxed Muhammad Ali,
Came to break the myth of the white hope's legitimacy.
As the opening bell of the scheduled rounds clanged,
On Henry Cooper's face sharp jabs banged.
The grace and style of Ali was too much for the Briton,
He appeared bewildered with a foe in constant motion.
It was all Ali from round one to round four,
Henry Cooper's 'Hammer' was not able to score.
Many at the ringside were screaming with frenzy,
Encouraging Cooper to finish the 'Stinging Bee'.
In response to their yells, Ali swung his head,
Magnificent his smile, he was the champ in red.
Now, Cooper got the chance and landed his big hook,
And down went the 'Lip' like a tree that had been shook.
He got up and walked to his corner in a daze.
In the minute that followed his head cleared the maze.
Round five saw Cooper charging wildly,
In a bid to hit again the fully recovered Ali.
Now the scene changed into a scene of deadly fury,
Ali's razor punch opened a cut on Henry.
The more Cooper charged, the more he got hit,
Blood gushing out, as the gash widened and split.
Circling majestically around his battered foe,
Muhammad Ali looked bigger than his ego.
The ease with which he was hitting Cooper that night,
Made the referee step in and stop the short-lived fight.
Henry's face was drenched in his own blood,
To prolong the contest would have been absurd.
So Ali fulfilled his prediction once more,
Even though he fell on the canvas in round four.
His fifth round whipping of the British champ that night,
Proved once again that he was the best of those who fight.
Beating the British champion in front of his own people,
Muhammad Ali looked simply invincible.
Many before him boxed but no one came near him,
Neither Louis, or Johnson, or Gentleman Jim.

(3) THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY: ALI VS FRAZIER-1

Most of the world thought that Muhammad Ali was finished,
The year was 1971 and his dazzling skills looked diminished.

It was in 1967 that he was stripped of his heavyweight title,
And was forced to quit boxing for supporting Vietnam's struggle.

Racist Americans -- they wanted to see him killed in war,
As in the ring, there was none, who could give him a scar.

So, for almost four years the world's real champion,
Was stripped of his boxing licence and denied basic freedom.

Let me name a few of the opponents whom he annihilated,
Liston, Cooper, Patterson and Terrell, all were battered.

Even Karl Mildenberger of Germany tasted defeat,
And the likes of Cleveland Williams were rocked off their feet.

The last contender who challenged Ali for his throne,
Was robust Zora Folley but he was slower than a drone.

Thus, when the racists of the U.S. found that Ali couldn't be beaten,
In the ring by anyone, they attacked his Muslim religion.

They lowered the standards of induction into the military,
And wanted the boxing champion to join the U.S. army.

These racists refused to call the champ as Muhammad Ali,
Insisting he was still Cassius Clay, a braggart and a phoney.

But the man who knew how to fight back and defend,
Said, after embracing Islam, he would never ever bend.

To the whims and desires of all merciless butchers,
Who were killing the Vietnamese calling themselves as soldiers.

Thus, Ali refused to join the army remaining steadfast and firm.
And from 1967 to late 1970 he stuck to his own terms.

He sacrificed his prime boxing years for the sake of his beliefs,
And by doing so he gained from God more spiritual relief.

In the meantime the racists prepared a bum* called Joe Frazier,
And after a few fights, they made him their favourite fighter.

They prepared this slugger by programming his heart and mind,
So that he may be able to tackle Ali, the relentless yet kind.

As part of this new plan, there was a title elimination bout,
And Jimmy Ellis and Joe Frazier matched each other's clout.

Ellis was a good technical fighter but did not have the grit,
Nor the power and endurance to withstand Joe’s left fist.

After beating Ellis though Frazier came to be known,
As the new world champion and was given Ali’s crown.

Yet, there were some experts who knew, who the real champ was,
And they rallied and struggled a lot for Ali's just cause.

At last in the autumn of 1970, Ali was given a chance,
He was made to fight Jerry Quarry, a dummy who couldn’t dance.

On October 22nd that year the whole boxing world watched,
How Ali vanquished Quarry, who was, in three rounds stopped.

Then came the Argentine brawler called Oscar Bonavena,
Who had once taken Smokin’ Joe close to hell in the arena.

In the first fight with Frazier, Oscar floored him twice,
After mauled him badly and cutting him down to size.

Even though Joe won the rematch clash with Oscar,
Ali was certain of 'killing' the 'bull' like a matador.

In November 1970 they clashed at Madison Square Garden,
And after 15 tough rounds Ali fulfilled his prediction.

For, in the pre-fight interview, Oscar had boasted a lot,
But within three minutes of round 15, was floored thrice and lost.

But after having seen the skills and style of Ali,
The vanquished Argentine greeted him respectfully.

The bull as he was known, Oscar announced on air,
That Ali was the real champion and beyond compare.

After this, Frazier agreed for the "Fight Of The Century",
And on March 8, 1970, got into the ring against Ali.

Even though a boxer called Buster Mathis had also whipped Joe,
The racist experts of boxing claimed he was the better foe.

Predictions were made and the news spread around the world,
That the "Fight Of The Century" was