Eyes That Look Are Many Eyes That See Are Few
" You saw my tomorrow, seated on your yesterday's laps,
Dirty-duty rusty and arrogance humming,
Bathing in the smokes of marijuana, basking it malodor,
Yet, you didn't bother to wash me your words of corrections.
Did you? Such rhetoric. My pale eyes pierced through the crowd,
In a satirical stare---numbed I am, but non feels my quake, my fears.
Inner river streaming out, and also my optical are maps from the
Streams but non can see this deadly waterfall,
As the verdict is set to fit its fangs on me, and I will jerk a little.
May be for few seconds or so.
The cane of lash you would have used to caress my arrogance,
And my ignorance purged paste me with the soap of discipline,
Rinse me in the waters of reprimanding dry me with the towels
Of follow-up, and smoothing the cap of my attitudes Cos' You known,
I don't know. But instead you coddled me in extravagance, sheltered
Me in the coat of pampering baked me in the oven of negligence,
And now am made into the shape of had I known!!"
The position of the heart is turned, the pale horizon beckoning at him.
In saddened happiness he rolls his eyes. The bat is caught while flying
In the daylight, what next? Judgment soon is knocking the door.
No brother to keep him, no mother to hood him, no father to bone him
In the eyes of a prisoner, lays the corridor of lost hopes, disdain has
Eaten up his being "Eyes that look are many, eyes that see are but few."
Death is approaching when, hope is far, love is kept in chains when
Hatred let loose. Men's heart are heavy, the law must speak---the verdict
is screaming...
Tell marriage! the course of a union and mate, is that which tells stakes of
A man's estates. Tell the street boy ! the colour of palm wine, doesn't
Say its, taste. Tell the music, the sound of the gong, is not determined
By the player but the payer. Tell fashion! the queen bee's drain tells a drone's
Fate. Tell the Big man, a faithful labourer is worthy of his rewards. Tell
Steve the steward only the honest tortoise, eat the healthiest palm fruit.
Please also tell the mechanism of politics, the biggest house is not the safest
Tell the rider, the biggest horse is not always the strongest. Tell the brakes
And accelerators, gentility, never breaks a water pot, but in every rush of the
Day, there lays a mistake!!!
Please plant cautions, deep down root minds of the morrow's Oaks---child
In the eyes of the prisoner---an arena, not for games, in the eyes of the prisoner---
A theatre not for fame. In the eyes of the prisoner---a congregation, not for worshippers.
In the eyes of the prisoner, it is an execution ground!!!
Eyes stone cold now, dripping ice of "Had I known" As he jerks finally, she stood
by the crowd pouring for her boy, did never see his eyes brown again.
Link 2 watch it on my YouTube channel
https://youtu.be/wNvUbcV3lyw
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2021
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