Some vehicles men had hi-jacked

out in an open zone

The ration trucks were ransacked

stripped right to the bone

.

One man’s Freedom Fighter 

is a Terrorist to others

Neither title’s treated lighter 

they’re a band of violent brothers

.

Malinda was an envoy 

who tried to keep the peace

Captured with her convoy 

meant she’d wait for her release

.

With plans to make more cash 

they took Malinda too

To their base they made a dash 

an armed and desperate crew

.

The ambush site deserted 

but for drivers now all dead

All authorities alerted 

this would go out as Code Red

.

O’er plains, through woods, down tracks

the stolen goods all went

Many miles off from the shacks 

they’d originally been sent

.

On arriving at the base 

things once hidden were revealed

Malinda saw a friendly face 

and both of them just squealed

.

‘Renee are you alright?’ 

Malinda asked her friend

‘No need now to take fright 

well-trained rescuers they’ll send’

.

‘I’ve been dazed and confused’

Renee said, ‘through the nights

So far they’ve not abused

my basic human rights’

.

‘We won’t be here for long’ 

Malinda said, ‘you’ll see

Taken hostage is quite wrong, 

that’s bad enough for me’

.

Special Forces were called in 

to ease the hostage plight

A confrontation they would win 

but they had to plan it right

***

 

 This is a selection from Rhyme & Reason: 200 poems.