"Fascist Has not Got Through."

Archangel Michel, in his early youth,
Adored performing aerodrome crafts.
He took as fun all kind weather blues.
In childhood, we love the aircrafts.

Yet loaded some bombs and gun-machine
Are on his striking engine of the war.
His waterproof cape-tent smells kerosene,
Face"s dusty, sooty. So is a helmet phone.

The gangster"s aspiration has been learnt.
Forget to execute it. It"s in vain!
The fluky shot has hit the metal bird.
Striped fluttering, it claps, the weathervane. 

The hero - thoughtful, modest, our screen and watch-
Holds firmly arms which butt-stock"s badly notched.
Do not transgress frontiers of the skies:
Among us - alert pilots, guarding guys.