That leech will drink more blood.
She has gone quiet, has not fled to Russia.
The slow-acting mine will still do its work —
Those loyal till now will yet regret it.

The collaborator changed her shoes, became a patriot,
She is in the vanguard for independence.
At the first opportunity she recalled the imperial.
In the end — for now, caution.

The fifth column waits in the underground.
She is among us.
The aggressor looks after her,
For he has used her, and uses her still.