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Trotsky, you bastard; Lenin's muse of slaughters;

and loud mouth of the Bolsheviks' worst lie---

that the deposed czar's young son and four daughters

deserved (because of who they were) to die.

Did you think, Trotsky, in exile well-read,

that you deserved an icepick through your head?---

(oh, if we could have only seen your face!):

lacking the least of those slain teenagers' grace,

you were (but how unlike them) just as dead.

Starward

[jlc]