A Day In the Kush

There, with RPG, from high on a mountain ridge He follows the snaking movement of a convoy Here, in the Hindu Kush, penned the “back and beyond” By Kipling past, the roads, literally mean life Carved through steep ravines and over raging rivers They provide badly needed stores to villages With no electricity or running water They are ancient nineteenth century terraced farms As the dust faded trucks move closer, he prepares He will do what his tribe has done for centuries From the great Alexander to the British raj Defend tribal territory from invaders The Warlord aims his weapon and fires © Copyrights G. Jones 2008