Joe Stalin, take it to the rear;
party secretary, marshal, and premiere:
you were an eager participant
in Lenin's bloodthirsty and vengeful experiment
to lead Russia in a blooddrunk, murderous lurch
against so many of the Innocent,
so many Faithful to the Orthodox Church.
And you, Joe, were blithely indifferent
to the deluge of weeping and tears
across the land. Soon, your spiritual son
(both of you devoted servants of the evil one)
will begin a second four years
that he will spend dismantling our Constitution
(he has his own version of Bolshevik Revolution).
The house the Innkeeper will occupy is white,
but when all has been said
(and not a thing of merit accomplished or done),
that house will probably glow dully red.