
Jeanette
BOYS AT PLAY
I've been watching Mrs.
Quincy's little ones while
she puts in overtime
at the factory. If it wasn't
my patriotic duty I would
have quit long ago. Her
boys are savages--it's war,
war, war. And guns, guns,
guns. Bombs and death
every day. This is play?

expected. Their daddy
is off fighting. The papers
and magazines are full
of the war. Posters
everywhere: Somebody
blabbed..., How to fight
fire bombs. They're
even told what to eat
to be strong enough...
If this war doesn't end
these little boys will grow
up to be killing machines.
Is there anyone who knows
where God has hidden
the off switch? We need it.
I need it.
Now.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Poster courtesy National Archives. Photo courtesy Library of Congress.
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