Chopper came with threating tone
Metal skin the blades did groan
injured men with deafening moan
The hero fell upon his throne
Bobbing bouncing the chopper came
A fire, then smoke then all in flame
Burning men do fall above
Panicked patriots all do shove...
The men, there buddies they once did love
Hell it was with fire and rage
The trees they spoke, they walk they age
But in the panic blood and gore
Heroes here they are no more
Boys stood with gun in hand
Fire there pistols among the sand
Democracy idol stood with pride
A fight with the soviets they run and hide
In the grass they snake eyes observe
With a bloody victory did they deserve?
