Pinter on war

Weather Forecast The day will get off to a cloudy start. It will be quite chilly But as the day progresses The sun will come out And the afternoon will be dry and warm. In the evening the moon will shine And be quite bright. There will be, it has to be said, A brisk […]

February 1, 2004 · 2 min read

Weather Forecast

The day will get off to a cloudy start.

It will be quite chilly

But as the day progresses

The sun will come out

And the afternoon will be dry and warm.

In the evening the moon will shine

And be quite bright.

There will be, it has to be said,

A brisk wind

But it will die out by midnight.

Nothing further will happen.

This is the last forecast.

Democracy


There’s no escape.

The big pricks are out.

They’ll fuck everything in sight.

Watch your back.

The Bombs

There are no more words to be said

All we have left are the bombs

Which burst out of our head

All that is left are the bombs

Which suck out the last of our blood

All we have left are the bombs

Which polish the skulls of the dead

God Bless America

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.

These poems were originally included in War, a selection of poetry written by Harold Pinter in response to the invasion of Iraq and published by Faber and Faber


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