Across the miles lies a land,
With deep blue seas and golden sand.
Olive trees outline the sky,
The big brown mountains are waving ‘hi.’
The breeze blows gently across your face,
The grass sways quietly, it leaves no trace.
This is North Cyprus, a piece of me, my land,
It is my everything; you’ll soon understand.

This piece of me I endeavour to preach,
Is slowly slipping out of reach.
Hardship & restrictions put into place,
Slowly puts a tear on my face.
I’m not alone in this state and bother,
I witness the tears of a newly borns' mother.
Recognise our rights, I demand it, this is inhumane,
The EU, South Cyprus, and the United Nations are to blame!

Broken promises to a crippled nation,
We pray to God for our salvation.
We are losing our youth to foreign lands,
We demand the right to work, with our two hands.
Remove the embargoes, recognise our rights,
Permit the Turkish Cypriot talent, to shine bright.
I hope you have understood our pain, how we suffer,
Life's too short let us cooperate with each other.

By Serkan Hussein For The Turkish Cypriots of The World

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