No light to pierce the darkness No sound to pierce the silence No attempt to break voicelessness Nothing more in all zero of its own From the crowd’s sitting in theater of war Making the world of choice in void The world’s conflict’s rising again In assessment of globalizations demands There in their lives and their souls No color pierces the blackness No love ends in this desperation No dream finds its own pathless heart How and why choices made by them All hopes and lights were turned out in them All is void in the murky morning of their victory All is agonized by the dying light of their eternity