Midnight in Moscow

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.







Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor

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