The Swimmer from Sierra Leone [Warning: Graphic Content] by Bruce W NiedtPlease do not cheer for me.
I am happy now, with my adoptive family
here in America.
They say I am a good swimmer, so
I swim for my school team.
But when they cheer for me,
the rafters ring, my ears hurt,
the noise gets into my head.
Before I left my country,
before my new parents rescued me,
I saw soldiers cut open
a pregnant womans stomach,
as though it were a ripe melon,
after betting on the sex of the baby.
The ones who won the bet were cheering.
Then they cut off the babys arms and legs
and left them both to die.
I saw soldiers run over my father with a truck,
then do it again, and again, and again,
till his body was a limp red rag.
Each time, the soldiers cheered.
So be proud of me, be happy for me,
smile and laugh when I win.
But do not cheer for me.
Please, do not ever cheer. 08/24/2003 Posted on 08/24/2003 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/26/03 at 04:22 PM Brutally honest, excellent read from start to finish Bruce. One of the best closures in a poem I've seen in a long long time. |
Posted by Jolie Jordan on 08/26/03 at 08:58 PM Incredibly barbarous, and dificult for the reader to swollow. that's what makes this such a brilliant piece, though. |
Posted by JD Clay on 08/27/03 at 04:02 AM Compelling poetry, Bruce. An all too unsettling portrayal of life in this cruel world. Your poignant piece puts cheering in a whole new light. This one will take a while to process.
Peace... |
Posted by Don Coffman on 08/27/03 at 06:01 AM Frightening and potently written, a superb piece of poetry about a terrible reality. |
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