no memory and no regret

there are no spaces for new life to breed
under these shadows we abandon hope
the message is too blatant to soft-soap
there's no reason for action and no need
for anything but wailing vultures feed
upon the scraps of life lying on the slope
we will not struggle and we cannot cope
the words are there but nobody can read
let us begin the dance and let the line
slowly begin its exit from the scene
while numb the audience sits on its hands
what's left will crumble under the cold brine
beneath the sun slowly will fade the green
and silence will be lord of all the lands