The Little Warrior Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

The little warrior is gonna fight.
The little warrior is all again hot passion
And has no right to take to flight,
To be a coward or to have compassion.

The little warrior is taking arms -
One silly heart, some pride and words like bullets.
It is a war - no roses, only guns.
It`s not high time to think of life or prudence.

The little warrior whose hands are small,
Whose body`s weak, whose soul is strong and hot…
This careless warrior will fight alone.
And she will win without a single shot.