Death's Call

Death is a moral, noble thing,
It's fair, equal, unbiased.
We all have to die.
Whether you are a pop star,

Like Michael Jackson,
Who danced with a passion,
And whose death still remains a question.
Or Elvis Prestley,

Who is charming as a kitty,
Charming all that are pretty.
Whether you are a ruler.
Who is the target of all killers.

OR you are just an ordinary human,
Whose life will burn away into a cinder,
We all have to die.
Someone bound to raise a question:

Then why not live happily?
I have the answer,
The more happiness you gain,
The louder the song of sorrow you will sing

Life is unfair.
You may be the ones who life care,
Or you may be the ones who life tears.
Death is not.

Death is fair.
On a final note,
I wish to say a goodbye to the King of Pop.
Who lived a full life.

Full of stars and shine,
Death still snatch you away,
And we could have nothing to say.
I could have no tears to shed,

None at all
We must all answer to death's call.
As we leave life's ball.