Chivalrous Valiancy

The bugle and charge two more seals broken And just like our deaths Theyre only a token

Medals of gold and silver
Are superfuous expenses,
While men without bullets
Lie mangled on fences.

For a painstaken trimming
And a suit that looks slimming,

To adorn the commander
Who fought long ago,
But what of his men does he know?

Just statistics and deaths,
And a phrase or two
From their last dying breaths.

A man takes a bullet
To save his comrade.
A boy holds a corpse
That once was his dad.

Metals, steel and ore,
Are in short supply.
Unlike those of yore,
By the thousands we'll die.

The bugle and charge
Are two more seals broken,
And just like our deaths
They're only a token...