Spoiled Brats

We are a bunch of spoiled brats,
Such a good life same as fat cats;
No matter which way we turn,
Act as if having money to burn.

No matter what your heart desire,
Just add cold cash for the fire;
And if not enough of your own,
You can always take out a loan.

Oh how easily we tend to forget,
How we accumulate so much debt;
And then hitting before you know,
You earn less than what you owe.

We do not realize having it so good,
And suffering our parents withstood;
For many had seen war and its wrath,
Having to live through its aftermath.

But there has been a bigger debt paid,
For all the times we have disobeyed;
Yet many do not appreciate the loss,
That Christ suffered for on the cross.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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