This post is not a parody song lyric but is an original poem dedicated to the memory of Alice Herz-Sommer who passed away on Sunday, February 23, 2014.   She was 110 years old having been born on  November 1903.  A Czech pianist and music teacher, she had been deported from Prague along with her husband and son to the concentration camp at Theresienstadt and later to the death camp, Auschwitz..  At Theresienstadt, she participated in staged concerts the Germans allowed to be put on as part of a strategy to deceived the Red Cross and West about conditions in the camps.  She and her son were liberated by the Russians in 1945.  I wrote this poem after a Miami Herald article in 2010 reported her to have said the music of Chopin saved her life.  A documentary film about her life, “The Lady in Number 6; Music Saved My Life,” has been nominated for an academy award.


My fingers seem ignorant of the pain
Dancing over the notes
The lovely notes of
Chopin’s etudes

Did he know they would keep me alive?
Did he foresee the need to ward off the dread?
No, he could not have
His soul was pure

They were not, and
Did not feel the tie
Of beauty to life
Of that I am sure

They broke my bones
Trying to humiliate me
With fear from the stench
Of the dead

And they would have succeeded
But for the notes
Eternal notes
They could not burn from my head

© 2010 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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For the Affordable Health Care Act to be viable from  a cost standpoint, enough young and healthy persons must enroll to offset the higher costs for the elderly and severely ill enrollees with preexisting conditions.

(To tune of “Young and Foolish,” by Albert Hague and Arnold B. Horwitt (1954))

Young and healthy
We need you to enroll
Young and healthy
You bring some cost control

Without all the uninsured
Who won’t be sick or ill
Obamacare becomes a poison pill

Because you’re healthy
We profit on you more
Unlike the wealthy
Whose wealth can self-insure.

To balance out the aged
To average out the cost
If we don’t have the young and healthy
We’re lost.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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There is still debate over whether to build the Keystone XL oil-pipeline while the West is running out of water.

(To tune of “Stairway to Paradise,” by George and Ira Gershwin, from the 1951 film, “An American in Paris.”

We’ll build a pipeline in Paradise
Built to get oil close to you
We’re gonna build it at any price
If the planet turns to goo

Go fill your cars
Spread CO2 above town
We’ll soon be Mars
There’ll be no people around

We’ll build a pipeline in Paradise
Bidding Paradise adieu.

Why not a pipeline into LA.?
Where their short of H2O
Why build an oil-pipeline anyway?
Oh, you can’t drink crude, you know

When throats are dry
Into a permanent drought
Then by-and-by
We’ll all have figured it out

We’ll built a pipeline in Paradise
Spoiling Paradise no doubt!

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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