WEAPON OF WAR

Weapon of War

By Hibah Shabkhez

  If I could see that speck of dust,

I could give you its name and clan;

  Sketch its home, name the dish you must

Try when you go there. I could plan

  Castled cities under its flag.

Now you, wielding that wriggling rag,

  All you do is whisk it away,

Make it nothing, but you hold sway -

  For I cannot see specks of dust,

      And you can.