Seeing Through The Eye Of A Slave Poem by toby abiodun

with prying eyes search
prodding things that may soon be
when my fear finds doubt
these sapiens may cease to be
what could my tempted eyes do
save it
aid it
say it
cry it perhaps write it
his cares my fall
his thoughts he's sure my doubts
he lives he dies and dead he lives
but
where lies mine
mine eternity
or deserve I no sleep
sleep seen watching through the eyes of glass
mine not master's
black and white
could be color invert
try seeing
through the eyes of a an in man
all that i see
is sweat poured forth in pearls
and finds himself on arid grounds
with viper feeds
i see lucidly pictured
a clear wanton search for pleasure
all that last
eternally buried in the ground
the aftermath of wool in his nostrils
what could come from his labouring palms