These Boots are Made for You

Hello little googlie bears, in this blog post today I will be writing from the perspective of a confederate soldier's boots. I am writing to the future generations of what lesson I have learned from the war.

Inside me lay a man
A scared man who is filled with fear
A man who takes each step thinking it may be his last

Blood is on me, in me
In my laces, on my toe
The blood has become a part of me
Without it I am useless

I am there to kill
I get a firm grip on the ground
As I plunge a knife into the heart of the Union
I jump with glee
Knowing that I came to use

I am part of the South
I am the South
All the other boots I fight are from the North
I do not like boots from the North

I am made of the toughest material out there
The hardest leather
So tightly bond that nothing could break me
Until the day it did

I am ripped, torn, and worn
I am broken and defeated
I am a disappointment of a cow

I lie in a field, motionless
As chaos storms around me
I am one of thousands of boots in this field
Though it is not thy who win the war
We have won freedom

Freedom that will carry on to you
Freedom that lets you have power
These boots were made for you