Weapon

Not a katana nor a dagger.

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I give you a tomato.
It is a bomb of flavors, enveloped in blood-red skin.
An explosion of seeds will attack your enemy’s home
while slippery little bullets burst on their tongue.

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Here.
It will stain their white t-shirt a deep crimson
like a wound.
Snap a picture of their reaction,
a visage of regret, betrayal, and grief.

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I am trying to be ethical.

Not huge army tanks, nor helicopters spraying poison.

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I give you a tomato.
If all else fails, make a meal with it and
Share it with your enemy.
Tangy marinara, umami stir-fry, zesty garden salads.
Enjoy every bite like a delicious symphony.

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Take it.
Its green vines drooping like an olive branch,
if you like.
Diplomatic.
Its fragrant yet acidic bite floats inside kitchens worldwide,
like a universal Cupid’s arrow.