"I'd like to tell my story,"
Said one of them so young and bold
"I'd like to tell my story
Before I turn into gold."
But no one really could hear him
The night so dark and thick and green;
Well I guess that these heroes must always live there
Where you and I have only been
Put out your cigarette, my love
You've been alone too long;
And some of us are so very hungry now
To hear what it is you've done that was so wrong
I sing this for the crickets
I sing this for the army
I sing this for your children
And for all who do not need me
Crickets live in Vietnam where they were  eaten  by the famished Viet Cong soldiers but they also  live in Greece  where Cohen lived and which was the stage to a  military coup in 1967  although this was not followed by widespread military action.
A Bunch of Lonesome Heroes