@migu music@

We wish, no must, make our disgust

at this abuse perfectly clear.

We're here for chess -- are the U.S.?

If so, why foul the

atmosphere?

I must protest -- our delegation has a host of valid points to

raise,

Our player's sporting attitude's beyond all praise,

as any neutral would attest

But we concede the fact his masters bend the rules is not

a player's fault --

We'll overlook their crude political assault

and under protest will proceed

We wish, no must, make our disgust

at this abuse perfectly clear

we're here for chess -- are the U.S.?

How can you make such a

claim?

If your man's so sweet

Then why his fighting talk?

If he's not a cheat

Then why on earth

Did he go take a walk?

Point 17

No one-way screen

Will be allowed

In the hall

Why let him loose?

He'll soon reduce

This great event

To a brawl

It's very sad

To see the ancient and

Distinguished game

That used to be

I am not surprised

He wanted fresher air

Once he realized

There was no hope

Of your lot playing fair

How sad

To see

What used

To be

A model of decorum and tranquillity

Become like any other sport

A battleground for rival ideologies

To slug it out with glee

Through the elegant yelling

disgust

Of this compelling dispute

clear

Comes the ghastly suspicion

are the U.S.?

My opposition's a fruit

atmosphere?

We wish, no must, make our

At this abuse perfectly

We're here for chess --

If so, why foul the

I don't suppose

You'd understand the strain and pressure

getting where he's got

For then you'd simply call him

highly strung and not

Imply that he was one of those

Point 23

The board will be

Made in Sweden

Non-aligned wood

But how can you

Work for one who

waiting here

Treats you like dirt?

Pay must be good

is our

It seems to us

There's little point in

all night for his return

And since a peaceful match

sole concern

I'm not getting rich

My only interest

Is in something which

Gives me the chance

Of working with the best

We won't make an official fuss

In short we rise

Above your guy's

Tantrums, dramas,

Dirty tricks

I can only say

I hope your dream comes true

Till that far-off day

I hope you cope

With helping number two.

Point 31

No game begun

By noon goes on

After six

How sad

To see

It's very sad to see

The ancient and distinguished game that used to be

A model of decorum and tranquillity

Become like any other sport

A battleground for rival ideologies

To slug it out with glee