He cares not for your age or the colour of your skin,
what’s between your thighs,
or whether you live in Mumbai or Berlin.
He cares not for your wealth,
or how successful you are,
or your state of health.
He cares not for your faith,
or how faithful you are.
He cares not for your causes,
No matter how noble they are.
One day he will come to your door,
One day you will be his Chosen One.
For he is a true champion of equality,
In his eyes, who is equal? Everyone.
His concern for your social status is naught.
He cares not for your power,
One day he will choose you,
Whether you live in a slum or in an ivory tower.
We are all equal in his eyes,
But one more thing needs to be said,
Should you dare mention his name,
It will fill the hearts of men with dread.
For his name is Death,
and it’s not a matter of if, but when.
Live your life before he comes,
Create! Whether by craft, or paint, or pen.