Victim Of The Deathman Poem by Francis Duggan

He had built a massive empire from a very humble start
The money making master had proved himself a man apart
From a working class beginning he became the richest man around
But despite all his property and money he is now lying underground.

He did not escape the deathman, deathman had the final say
Deathman called one summer's morning and from him took life's breath away
Now he's lying in the graveyard cold and silent six feet down
He is just another dead man who once owned part of this town.

Deathman gave to him no warning crept on him like an unseen thief
Left behind his lifeless body left his family in grief
What the use now to him riches what the use now to him fame?
All the corpses in a graveyard are all equal all the same.

Deathman treat all people equal deathman don't discriminate
Deathman take all living creatures from the little to the great
There is no escaping deathman rich folk, poor folk, big and small
Kings and monarchs, saints and sinners to the deathman all must fall.