The smiling man, said, he’d make me rich
Carry me away, from my grey niche.
He charmed me , with his silver tongue,
But weeks later, I was completely undone.
Promises he made me were wonderful to hear
But how I yearn to be out of here.
This is for me a Godless place,
Where people seem blind to ugly facts in their face.
Cyprus is where I have been debased,
Where I was a prostitute, by pimps chased.
It’s slavery, violation and corruption by stealth.
I have depression of mind, and fears for my health;
I’m shrinking, sinking, worthless I feel,
Please, can’t you get me out of here?