They flew close to my beloved
Three small planes with patriotic brothers
Beneath blue skies and above calm seas
On a humanitarian mission for all to see.
Suddenly in international
Following the dictates of the Beast
Infernal MIG warplanes, fighters of death
Fired their missiles without missing a breath.
Crumbling and crashing
to the sea,
Two small planes, unarmed and free
Piloted by Cuban heroes.
They are: Mario,
Carlos, Armando and Pablo
Whose pouring blood like the eternal flame
Lights the way to Cuba’s freedom and Castro’s shame.
M A N U E L B L A N C O
February 24 - 1996
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