Poems for the misfits

Little Boy Soldiers

Little boys in the alley
Holding their toy guns
Playing dead and taking captives
All it is to them is fun

They don't know the reality,
Of what's behind their fantasies
They don't know the pain and loss and regret

They can't see the brokenness
Behind the walls of homes
They don't even understand
The fear of being alone

Their feet carelessly run upon
Grounds once graveyards to rejected ones
Thrown out to fight the war all on their own

Innocence and purity
Protect them from the grenades
They don't hear the gunfire
They don't see the saints

Fire burning through the street
Walls crumbling around out feet
The little boy soldiers have finally gone

They traded their toys for weapons
And innocence for intelligence
and all the weight that comes with the known

The little boy soldiers are all grown up
To fight the world that's been corrupt
Wish them farewell and a kiss on the cheek
Your little boy soldiers are out to defend the weak

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I wrote this a little bit ago, and I honestly have no idea what the rhyming pattern is, but I liked the concept. I'll try to type up more if people like this one, but I honestly have never done this before so I'll just have to see. I love you all so much and I hope whatever I'm doing moves or helps you in some way, and if you ever need anything I'm here. Don't hurt yourself, someone loves you, I love you! your important and beautiful and awesome! Bye FAM!

-Mollie