Sailing South Poem by John Sensele

If my mouth should wear a wry smile
At injustices my eyes perceive
‘T will be because beyond my style
I wait for God's time to arrive.

If my mouth should castigate lies
Bandied about in bad faith
‘T will be because sinister motives of spies
In my mouth leave a bad breath.

If my mouth should speak out
In the wake of sexual harassment
‘T will be because bullies use their clout
To blackmail and coerce women into treasonable torment.

If my mouth should crack a joke
At the expense of a fool
‘T will be because my fingers refused to cock
The pistol that in my kraal could kill a bull