Wendell L. Vaughan
Poem by Wendell L. Vaughan
The Balkan Queen in '84,
Decked out in splendor and galore,
With Olympian fever running high,
White Christmas M ountains towering nigh.
The scene again in '94,
A plundered hell-o'grief dolor!
Olympian gold now turned to rust;
White ski slopes black with guns and dust.
The play's the same,
But script has changed
With pipers new.
It's sports or war,
The choice is clear-
Set pipers free,
More guns and fear.
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