The fans go wild
The basket is scored
The teams neck and neck
Move up and down the court
The fathers stand up
And cheer on their boys
Filled with pride and contentment
As they reveal their joy
The clock reads ten seconds
The game’s closing to the end
The team down one point
Has one last possession
And the ball swings about
They score and they win
“Way to go! ” their loving mothers
Can be heard through the din
…
Motionless on the ground
The odor of his sweat hangs low around him
A boy is convulsing in pain
Overlooked by everybody
It is more than just a game
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem