Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
In the name of “justice,” how often are consciences sold?
And right before our eyes, treacherous arrows boldly strike!
Oh, Francois Letexier, did you arrive filled with your deep malice?
Or is it that a wretched scum stands steering behind those who blew the whistle?
Were you blinded to the rightful due of the **Pharaohs**,
Who poured their sweat and fought fiercely upon the pitch?
You disallowed a perfectly clear goal through pure deception,
And persisted in your tyranny—hypocrisy being your ultimate aim!
You brandished a ruthless card in the faces of our young men,
A severe penalty that mirrors a nation being deeply oppressed.
And you handed Argentina a false, unmerited victory,
With an evil decision condemned by all honest referees!
How astonishing it is that FIFA revokes a red card
For an American player, while our rightful triumphs are stolen away?!
All for the sake of sordid betting money
That dictates the game now—a greed that honorable souls utterly despise!
Where is our Federation? And where is CAF, our men of authority,
To shield the brave knights when they were so gravely wronged?!
**How hypocritical are those who wave the banner of justice,**
**Yet whenever Gaza appears, they suddenly strike themselves blind!**
Hossam Hassan raised the truth high above all your heads,
A proud flag fluttering, while the **adversaries** stood in spiteful opposition.
In the stands of Atlanta, raw racism reared its ugly head,
With Zionist symbols paraded—what a shameful display!
**And the ordinary fans, with a sincere and burning longing,**
**In Cairo… were completely captivated by their national team.**
**Hoping to welcome them at its airport,**
**While venturing to “El Alamein” proved to be utterly impossible.**
**For their pockets complain of the heavy costs of travel,**
**And the journey’s expenses to El Alamein are a massive burden!**
But even if **Egypt** stumbles in a temporary setback,
She remains the great giant, while the petty remain insignificant!
