Afghans protest troop withdrawal at the White House, Washington DC, USA yesterday
Kevin writes:
A poem I wrote almost twenty years ago. It seems an appropriate one for this week.
September 2001
Now those geopolitical chickens
have coming winging home to roost,
it’s like roaming the back-streets of Vienna
one of those fateful, unravelling days,
Gavrilo Princip’s lethal itch
having just made its shattering entrance.
From kitchen tables and café bars
everywhere, military strategists
are springing up. My mother’d
invade Afghanistan this minute,
if only she knew where it was.
Kevin Higgins
September 14th 2001
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