Thy Chains Oh Farah

I share thy chains oh Farah! in my hands and heart they hurt. I share thy stains from afar for my skies are red and tears fill my pot I feel the frailty of thy fatherland, in my heart lays the fallen palestinian. I feel the fratricide in thy fatherland; the innocent bloods speak to me: a nigerian Though my hands are hanged to the cross of continental border yet my pen is pegged to thy prayer pad, together we can end the yellings in yonder I share thy shoes oh Farah! walking in the hope of a bright future for all palestinian, I share thy ship, sailing from afar, cruising with the compassion of a noble Nigerian.