William N. Janes, Sr


A Nation full of pussycats
Once was called to war
And not a soul came to the front
They challenged what it’s for.

They whined and cried and scratched their box
And forgot about their neighbor.
They didn’t see the doghouse built
Or, wonder about that labor.

The cats, as always, wandered free
But sometimes climbed, alas
Into the yard where the doghouse was
And were bitten in the ass.

Author’s Note: This poem was written at the outset of the Gulf War when many were comparing the Gulf War to Vietnam. They didn’t think that we should be involved.