Afghan Hounding
Many an ambition, many a plan
The British Raj made in its pomp and power,
To occupy, pacify, Afghanistan;
Only, the Afghans refused to cower.
The thin red line did whatever it could,
But the empire’s never setting sun, set.
Soviets sent men, migs and tanks, and yet
The mark they made was in spilled Russian blood.
Then the US and its poodle NATO
Would vanquish locals driven to extremes,
But made a nightmare of their martial dreams
And, as with Vietnam, had to withdraw.
Each campaign pursued a predictable course,
Proving peace cannot be cultured by force.
D. A.
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