Faithful Grave(Sonnet Iii) Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Truly, Men quoths thine walls art forbidd`n,
And it be thy granary beetles and roaches feeds therein;
Meknows, e'er art thou faithful; `Tis thou, trust I not`e bedouin!
O! The dominion nature armourst thee; wast magical and fair!
A claim o`er each creature; in so far as `em drink the air
Aye, Thine impartiality; thath giv`a equal stands `f dukes and panhandl`r,
Beseech I,0 help awaken uponst thy impure beds
Awake `e sleepy saints, i' thine manger; Sharp'r than shards,
Bravo! Bravo! thou; whom owns`e brave mens' heads
Ne'er I choice to condemn thee; not mine, not mine mouth!
Everyman ain't no time, To ruminate thy great worth;
Thou slamm'd thy door of dust in`s face, and sentencedst him i'wrath
O faithful grave, n`ver hast a cow!
Pri`thee, Hast not a cow!