Sunday, April 02, 2017

Sullenly clenching
His embalmed fists,
He peered through a crack,
Just pretending to be dead.
He wanted to remember all those
Who carried him out.
I turn to our government with a plea:
To double,
And triple the guard at the grave site
So Stalin does not rise again,
And with Stalin, the past.
And later, the main point of the poem:
We removed
Him
From the mausoleum.
But how do we remove Stalin
From Stalin’s heirs?
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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