Weapon

We crush the deadly leaves into a smooth paste
Swallow it down with water and time
It sticks in our throat
Like needles piercing our skin
We will not let it in
Each pore a barrier
Each taste a slip away
A weapon of choice
We dance the night away
Smooth movements
A war to wage
A battle to win
We crush the deadly leaves into a smooth paste
Swallow it down with water and time
The best and only weapon we have amidst this world.