No matter what your skin color be it black, white or brown
No matter what Nation you belong to what village or city or town
We may look different from each other quite different indeed
But we all share one thing in common red is our blood when we bleed
That all humans are mortals is not based on a lie
What makes us all equal we are born to die
The same for the pauper and the billionaire
The Reaper of lives any life does not spare
Whether they live to be seventy or one hundred and three
The monarch or the president no different to you or to me
In that for them there will too be a last night and day
That death makes us all equal that does seem fair to say
No matter what Country you come from village, city or town
Your blood it is red not black, white or brown.
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