On a street that edges the Kremlin
Comrade X groes strolling by,
Looks up at a lighted window
And says to himself with a sigh:
“That’ll be Comrade Stalin,
Burning the Midnight oil,
Busy rewriting history,
The friend of all who toil.”
Meanwhile up in his office
Uncle Joe reads a list of names,
Eyes bright at the thought of each terror
Like some Caesar enjoying the Games.
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Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor