Screams end dreams amidst blazing blades
Inhabitants of helicopter will soon "rest" in shade
The ultimate sacrifice requested and paid
Their bodies a testament to errors gross made
If this war shall end man will soon start another
The "remains" flown home with Flag for the mother
The "exploiters" and "hawks" will all do their best
Red, White and Blue tears, from "Golden Walled" nests
Soon election time comes and we "choose" a successor
Shall we demand peace or coronate a regressor
With reverence to dead, as you vote hold your noses
Metaphorically bestowing many thousands white roses
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