The Smell of America’s God
“God Bless America” by Harold Pinter, 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…