Hero Chat

Here is the Americans' response to the poem on page 3 (or 4): Fast rockets fly far away. You won't be meeting them again. And although we feel a little sorry for the Soviets, But the "Aussies" are next in line. Our napalm spreads evenly like a tablecloth, And it burns each of you. Everyone believes in a better future, Let someone from us reach Moscow... "Pershing" missiles flew across the border in an instant, A fire is raging in GUM. The crimson peak of the Spasskaya Tower, Was uprooted by a bomb blast! And the Bay of Pigs has become shallow so quickly, Palm trees are pressed to the ground. Comandante Castro flew into the sky, His palace is buried in ashes. "Agent Orange" covered the Łazienki Park, The Castle has turned into gray dust. A bomber dropped its cargo on Warsaw, The communists of Poland are collapsing! Secretary Dimitrov delivers a speech, The applause is so loud in Sofia. But all of Varna will have to lie on the ground, The steps of the marines are quick and light. The Peter and Paul Fortress is on fire, Little Kronstadt is at the bottom of the sea. A bronze puddle on a blind horse, Looks at the destroyed city council. Maybe we pushed too hard, Maybe we should have been gentler... Well, now, be careful, Taliban, it's over, you won't live!