A Group Of Honourable Men (Rubiyat Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Their prayers were like an ominous spell
before those pastors send my career to hell,
that I could not work under any authority
to other employers they did constantly tell,

even that I have got a problem with women,
as if to employ me would be a huge omen,
that I could not keep my hands off them
and they were a group of honourable men

where at work I did not have a relationship
and with me so utter holy they did worship
while they were deceitful in many ways,
affirmative action was rife for white citizenship,

still as the brother of the devil they see me
and now they are in great fear of my poetry.