Silk shoes in the battle,
These fields of blood and gore,
One will be worn for a last time with warriors of small feet,
One will be worn countless times by old cowards.
There are only two kind of people that wear silk shoes,
You may ask who and why,
Only two, and two alone,
Dead children and old powerful men.
One with unmade beds,
One who ran away from home to join the war,
One who wishes and pleas for the bloodshed to end,
For they fell in love with their nation
One with silk sheets and diamond cufflinks.
One who was unconvinced to visit war.
One who weighs the bloodshed in gold,
For the nation fell in love with them
One is brave, the other is craven,
Yet the craven awards the brave,
Silk shoes,
one shines in torturous truth and knowledge
Of the last time they will ever be worn,
One has it shined by the boys,
For he knows they will be worn again.