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Swiss Alps
Cog Railway Trains leave Zermatt’s Floor,
From Valley low to Heaven’s Door;
Brave Men rappel and find Rapport,
Then hike or ski, a happy Chore,
To play atop this awesome Tor;
Climb Matterhorn, superior!
‘Round Pinnacles, bold Winds aroar,
Coat crusty Crags, cold Rime or Hoar;
Flow Glaciers o’er, Lime Rocks explore,
Though melting Snow, green Pines restore,
White Alpine Peaks e’er upwards soar;
Blue skyward bound, excelsior!
Oh, greedy Swiss, just used the War,
Duplicities, we must deplore;
This so-called Neutral; seedy Whore,
Transfused Blood Money, keeping Score;
Bruised, needy Jews, did all ignore,
Red Cross or Diplomatic Corps;
Moralities, inferior!
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Howard B. Eskin 1996