Little girl soldier,

Dressed for battle,

Hidden in guerrilla camo,

Wearing her battle frown,

Her long blonde hair hangs down beneath her cap.

She’s only five but her knapsack holds

A bottle of Tequila

And a tube of anti-biotic cream,

Two MRE’s and one cyanide pill,

In case the warfare gets too heated.

She already knows

How to read the enemy,

How to decipher all the codes.

What she’ll never understand 

Is a hand that loves her,

A heart that longs to set her free

From cruel attacks and stinging warbills.

But lucky for me, after all these years,

My family is gone, the war may be over.

I’m not sure, but

I still have one of those MRE’s,

And

That cyanide pill.

-jenn