Desert Warfare

The desert stretched across the earth,
The wind stirred listless dust,
The opposing forces advanced determinedly,
Because for freedom they must.
Both considered themselves correct,
Their cause was noble and just,
They were going to destroy their opponents,
And grind them into dust.
One group controlled the area,
The other wanted it for its own,
One was fighting to take over,
The other defending their home.
In a blinding flash both were dead,
The terror coming from the sky,
The horrible fire swept all before it,
And the instigator was I.
I was building a sand pit for my kids,
The ants just had to go,
Petrol and fire kills ants effectively,
And the weeds will not grow.
Now the two kids have their pit,
For a month I have been slack,
S.E.H. has been pestering me,
Now she can get off my back.
The kids have played and laughed and sang,
Built castles and a mouse,
Now the sand is everywhere,
In the yard and in the house.
But again I watch with wonder,
As under the shade I rest,
That these kids know what fun is,
And the simple things are often best.

This one was meant to be a "start with one topical issue, but twist it with the last bit" poem, and I could have stopped at "And the weeds will not grow". However, I got carried away with the "simple things are often the best" theme. I never know how they might turn out - it often changes as I get to the end.