How drastically the changing tides have turned,
He cannot hide from Stalin's reaching hand;
The bridges to his homeland have been burned,
And exile ends within a foreign land.
Now Trotsky’s bleeding heavily and slow,
The quiet study turned to sudden fright—
Ramón Mercader struck the fatal blow,
An ice axe gleaming in the fading light.
He cannot hide from Stalin's reaching hand;
The bridges to his homeland have been burned,
And exile ends within a foreign land.
Now Trotsky’s bleeding heavily and slow,
The quiet study turned to sudden fright—
Ramón Mercader struck the fatal blow,
An ice axe gleaming in the fading light.
Ruwan M Jayatunge
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