Trials like Stalin was making
He had his victims quaking
With his goon louts, thuggish guys
None too wise

There’d be trials with the victims harrowed
Survival chances narrowed
After sham tribunals they’re through with you

If you’re lucky, gulagness
Run by sadist gulag pests
Keep you in fear, maybe shear off an ear

Did no crime, but no use denying
Trial “proves” that you were lying
In winter you’re breaking rock piles
Temps far from mild

In our time, for vengeance Trunt’s crying
For Stalin’s role he’s vying
With luck, prison after your trial…
Or, the Green Mile