The Littlest Soldiers
The medals on our chests
Are porta-caths for meds
Helmets won't stay on us
'cause no hair is on our heads.
Our weapons of destruction
We take every day
We fight the battle within us
While we struggle on to play.
We fight with honor and courage
No marine could do as well
We are only little children
Living in this hell.
So bring on the medals
The Purple Hearts of Wars
The Gold Cross, The Silver Star
To place upon our scars
For We are the Children of Cancer
No one has fought so hard
But every day we struggle on
Our life is our reward.
Chery Jagannathan
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