In So Many Different Ways

In so many different ways so many have died
In accidents, wars and some do commit suicide
Some of terminal illness or of disease or heart attack
Though the dead in the flesh to life never come back
In drought and war ravaged Countries some of malnutrition do die
Which to the theory of human equality does give the lie
The Reaper of lives takes the old and the young
The hero the coward and the humble unsung
The renowned and notorious and the billionaire
Along with the pauper a common fate share
The Reaper does not respect money or fame
He treats everyone as equal and the same
For all of us there is a last night and day
Though few seem to die in a similar way.