EPIC SONNETS OF THE GREAT 2

2
MATHIAS D’ GREAT- SONNET
Let us cast lot to see who is chosen.
Judas is dead by his sin. That incontinent fool!
It fell on him, that fair black brother the great.
Keep the purse Judas left. Money is not your problem.
The harmattan of the north shall dry the shell of your groundnut.
Sell; since you are a merchant of success trade. The pillar.
Beware of the caravans of the sahara!
Your pyramid is your glory. Put it not to sale.
Your appetite to teach the sun how to shine, draws shrew falchions
Yes! They come laughing. Hyenas with washed claws of terror.
Supplant fear! Brother, valiant warrior the great.
Eons of five years plus one, trained you for this war.
Hungered sower, now enthralled by this verdure. Reap!
Sapient brother, reap! Mathias the great.

BY: ILE PETER
FROM: NIGERIA