NTT – The Reaper

I ride the streets at night

Looking for a pitiful sight

Something that is losing life

His family, child and wife

Disease has threatened the village here

A grim reaper, I’m always near

The smell of death and decay

Draws me here every day

You look upon me with disgust

My existence is a must

I cull most unwell

Or death numbers swell

My job is not for everyone

It’s just a job that’s needed done.

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