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A Slave-Owner's Perception


I AM

I am greedy, I am a mercenary.

I wonder how many crisp bills will be in my hand because of Tom

I hear the clinking of coins being wasted to find the runaway slaves

I see the loads of rich plantation owners

I want money

I am greedy, I am a mercenary.

I pretend to be truthful about the slaves

I feel the glares of the colored servants behind up

I touch the chains to tie up all the black who are thralled by their owners

I worry that I might not be able to get the maximum amount of cash when bargaining

I cry about losing wealth

I am greedy, I am a mercenary.

I understand that slaves are ignorant and disobedient,

I say that slaves should be chained.

I dream to be the best purveyor in America.

I try to create the effective deals,

I hope to be the wealthiest man,

I am greedy, I am a mercenary

 
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