Our Date With Our Destiny

Our date with our destiny awaits one and all To the scythe of the reaper we eventually must fall He is not one who respects power, wealth or fame The pauper and monarch he treats as the same A true egalatarian is that not a good thing? Yet the praises of the Reaper few bother to sing A true egalatarian is the one we all fear Though good things about him we never do hear He treats all as equal never differentiate Yet he is one we never do celebrate He treats those who possess great riches and power As much as he respects a weed or a flower The paupers and high achievers of the town With his mighty scythe he mows them all down.