Posts Tagged ‘Harold Pinter’
Pinter
God bless America (22 January, 2003)
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.
The Guardian has poetry from that late Harold Pinter. Here’s another political one from Lenin’s Tomb.
American Football
Hallelujah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.We did it.
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.
Gerry Canavan 
