I Am Not Red!

The country in tatters
Hope merely shatters
People running here and there..
Setting up sails to nowhere

Brainwashed by the Kremlin
The rebellious army marches on

Covered in blood
They paint the towns red

Thinking they are 'CHE'
slaying everything they see

Braver than the bravest
Set sails to the west

With gales by their side
They come riding the high tide

Little did they know,
Their rafts are sinking slow

They prepare for the worse...
But worse is worse than worse.
The tide changes course
The mass dies at source

Few who remain,
They cover their faces in shame!

With their masters all dead
They now move around the world

All telling the tale,
But aren't they all lame?
Once upon a time
They killed so many in line

And yet today they say
They are proud of their way!