موقع الشاعرة المصرية فاطمة ناعوت عـُمـَر شعر: فاطمة ناعوت القاهرة، 18 سبتمبر 2002 Fatima Naoot Omar He has built a city With sun, trees, river Tall buildings Fences Of short shadows Unlocked doors Omar Has put cars in streets People inside cars and houses Omar Is a just Caliphate Awards the good And expels the evil The city wall Is getting expanded People and buildings Are growing What's Omar's is Omar's And what's God's is God's Dry orange peels Reptiles and socks chips Covers of empty bottles Spilled tubes of ink Bridges MacDonald's prizes And in the end A mother's heart Smashed by eight years Of reading about autism And silence Omar Talks to nobody His good creatures Dug the ground Found nor gold neither oil They found but bread and wine And became immersed in life People in the city Loved Omar very much Every evening They beg him to grant them another day And Omar talks to nobody Omar It was not me who destroyed the city It was the broom Cairo September 18, 2002 From Arabic: Turki Amer November 26, 2003

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