Reaper

The Reaper I know, You respect no one. When you decide to take one home, Age, color, accomplishments mean nothing to you In your court. You harvest every soul At your most convenience. In life's prime and low, you strike hard Without any consideration. You cause unexplained weeping And a void that will never be filled. You take when you want, Without giving notice. Who are we to question you? You have control over all authorities. Where fairness is not discussed Oh, I don't expect you to be fair, For your existence is not fair.