Death shall claim all that lives
Even those that are rich.
This life for all that lives
is as small as a ditch.

Do not be fooled by Hope.
Some are born lucky, yes.
It may seem hard to cope
Those poor are sadder less.

Money helps buy the way
To success, happiness, love.
They are happy today
While we can't light a stove.

Life is unfair always.
You can't forget this fact.
Whoever is rich, happy stays.
Sad are who riches lack'd.

Will all this change some day?
Will the poor rise again?
Will we have any say?
Or will all the rich gain?