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
Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness
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