Epigram To The Union Of Soviet Socialist Republics, Now Defunct

Of course, your flag just had to be blood red---

memorial to the untold countless dead

murdered in the Bolsheviks' relentless slaughters----

starting with the Czar's son and teenaged daughters,

killed on the orders of that sociopath

Lenin---failed lawyer filled with vengeance, wrath,

and bloodlust, always fuming in loud rants

(except in Alexandra Mikhailovna's pants,

herself a commisar and part-time whore).

His carcass lies in state in your Red Square:

his twsted soul writhes in fierce flames somewhere

in Hell---flames hotter than a red star's core.

 

Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written while listening to a performance of the Soviet Anthem.

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