With many it's god save the queen and god save the king
The praises of royalty the masses do sing
But that the queen and the king so great in their eyes
Are as mortal as they are they don't seem to realize
For the monarchs and presidents a last night and day
As on their lives the Reaper too has the final say
The one who does not respect prestige or fame
The life of the pauper and the billionaire to him are the same
The Reaper the fair one none does celebrate
Yet he is not known to differentiate
Between the haves and the have nots he makes the great small
To his sharp scythe every life form eventually fall
Of a toast in his honor I have yet to see or hear
He treats us as equals yet him we do fear.
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