Don't Waste Your Effort On The Dead

We know it's too late.

Don’t waste your effort on the dead
Who’ve given over being fed
We chasms are, and can’t be filled
Our hearts have long since been so chilled
That we shall not be warm again
So leave us soaking in the rain
Where at least we match the scene
Of misery where spirits keen
Abandonment has been our lot
We tried, but it was all for not
So do not try for us, the dead
And go and rest your weary head
And trouble not over our woes
For how to save us no one knows