Shibboleth

You use fine words accorded meaning

That defy your moral standing.

You pull the sheath from ears

To say words you cannot pronounce.

You take liberties earned through dispositions of love

To cloud visions you do not have the heart to see.

Your judgement falls in 12 and 6 multiples

To form products of unholy alliances.

You make claims of honour and nobility

That invert care, consideration and respect.

You envision yourself as a child of nature

To denature the truth of sources you say you valorise.

You swing on bars intoxicated by lust

To call independence rooted in specious guises of future potential.

You have nothing to do with fine morals or judgement founded in truth. 

You do not have the vision to consider respect when you wreak dividends in iniquity.

Your heart is not truly noble enough to understand the nature of love and the care it requires to be honoured at its source. 

You cannot say what you cannot know. 

Shibboleth.