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God bless America: a poem by Harold Pinter

In a poem written for the Guardian, the distinguished playwright Harold Pinter takes the US to task for its seemingly inexorable march towards war on Iraq
Wednesday January 22, 2003
The Guardian

Here they go again,
The Yanks in their armoured parade
Chanting their ballads of joy
As they gallop across the big world
Praising America's God.

The gutters are clogged with the dead
The ones who couldn't join in
The others refusing to sing
The ones who are losing their voice
The ones who've forgotten the tune.

The riders have whips which cut.
Your head rolls onto the sand
Your head is a pool in the dirt
Your head is a stain in the dust
Your eyes have gone out and your nose
Sniffs only the pong of the dead
And all the dead air is alive
With the smell of America's God.

Harold Pinter, January 2003
All it needs is a catchy tune . . . 22.Jan.2003 01:19

glen owen theKnownUniverse@yahoo.com

. . . amd as John Wesley [ whose 'methodist Anglican' church was founded after his death in explicit violation of his living will ] remarked : "Why should the devils keep all the good tunes?"

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