See the Greedy Reaper
As It wanders down the lane
Wretched form and ragged cloak
Gaze 'pon It with disdain

Hear the Greedy Reaper
Its ever-swinging scythe
Cuts down man, beast and crop alike
With no regard for life

Shame the Greedy Reaper
For It takes and never gives
Its withered hand rots and takes
All of us It's captives

Fear the Greedy Reaper
For Its target you will be
Someday, whether near or far
With no way to forsee

Pity the Greedy Reaper
As no matter what It takes
It will never create things for itself
It will never learn to make
© Tom Edwards