Fierce You Are But Also Fair

Fierce You Are But Also Fair (About Death) Never For ever Is man's breath: And, O Death, Not only 'age' alone But, you blackly own Many a shrouded courier more To summon to your dooming door Him whose life on earth you choose to end And, back to God, whose soul you wish to send. At times, you pick and choose your victim for your call; At times, your wrath and rage en masse on masses fall. Famine, floods, disease, war - each your servile slave, Our masters are - our victors whom none can beat or stave. Some thorny lanes of 'thwarted love', too, you lay For hapless hearts, heavenwards to wend their way. Fierce you are, O Death, but also fair: No palace nor a hut your hand does spare. All men, at last, you equal make: A task no power could undertake In this world, to do, Has been left for you. In death they lie - Low and high - Unsingled, Mingled.