The prosecutor dazzled.
Twelve long nights,
Emaciated, gaunt,
Under a dim nightlight,
He wrote the draft
Of the indictment speech.
Give him his due,
When at long last
The moment came,
The moment has arrived,
And eyes intently watch,
And ears intently listen.
He’s our new hero. Nay, he is
The source of victories,
The stronghold of our peace,
The key to happiness,
The keeper of the faith,
The guarantor of freedom.
And who's against him?
Just this wretched one
Behind thick rods of steel,
Why even look at him,
Why, even as you look,
Be softly weeping?
August 27, 2014
Translation of http://www.stihi.ru/2004/09/16-565