Judging Their Sacrifices Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Wouldn't it be nice,
If all it took to live our lives...
Was to sit and blame others,
For what they should do...
To improve 'our' quality of existence.

And those we observe,
Living below those standards...
We believe we deserve,
Would be accused of not fulfilling...
Their potential.

And all we had to do was to approve,
Those things done they do...
By judging their sacrifices.
Wouldn't it be nice...
If all we had to do was demand fresh ice,
For the soft drinks we drank while sitting to complain.