"It's right to target those who need it most,"
the reaver said. Her eyes flashed, black as night.
"What matter that some will give up the ghost?

Though tragic, nothing vital will be lost."
Old age these days is seen to be a blight.
Who cares about those that will miss it most?

They're all blind, or lame, or deaf as a post.
Aren't we doing them a favour? Well, quite:
what matter that they'll soon give up the ghost.

A black hole needs filling; they'll soon be toast
so it's not just fitting, it's also right
that we should target those who'll need it most...

or claim to. Let them all give up the ghost;
they're a burden, clinging on out of spite
and greed. Have you heard what some of them boast?

They spend it on caviar and fur coats!
It's a myth, this talk of pensioners' plight.
It's right to target those who need it most:
who gives a fuck if some give up the ghost?