What’s mine(d) is yours
What’s mine is yours, a pact unseen,
No question raised, a quest routine.
In every touch, in every find,
Yours to claim, in object and mind.
Dappled waters, unfathomable deep,
My labour’s ripple, a secret seep.
A silent poison, I inadvertently weave,
Unknown to me, my people grieve.
Knowledge given, a double-edged sword,
Your wisdom guides, yet risks ignored.
In the village, my family, that’s my cherished gold,
Yours, your secret untold.
Suborning your wealth, my veins entwined,
Choice is yours, in shadows defined.
Yesterday’s plea to cease the churn,
Yet, for family, I dare to earn.
Against the tide, I persevere,
In the face of caution, I volunteer.
Today, I halted, a lone decree,
As you persisted, relentless sea.
In the corrupt waves of Suriname,
What’s mined is yours,
Even my name.
By Lizzy Balls