My Shibboleth Poem by Will Althen

A knight of my time
Yet a proponent of crime
Gathered up for slaughter
I long for my homeland
Though new kings regret to admit of its existence
My souls ache tells the truth.
My shibboleth is revealed in every feature
Of my literature
Oh can’t you see this noble blood?
Oh my shibboleth, reveal, reveal
Don’t let them take you from me
Don’t let them become me
Unique to a point
Essential of my joints
Shibboleth, oh, shibboleth
Reveal the beggars my justly cause
Save me from these rapids, these rapids
They wish to swallow me
But swell, swell they will!
For my shibboleth will reveal my knightly soul
Shibboleth save me
Burn the conform
Let my resolve not be torn!
Shibboleth don’t let them remake me
For you in my soul shall take me.