Analysis of A song so sung, oh sung to its end on a nameless

A song so sung, oh sung to its end on a nameless
All the beginning, the beginning so sweet, sweet mingling oh aimless.
Destiny, what destiny; to say and say?
All destiny, all destiny; they so say.
All their self-traps; they close and close,
By chanting falsely ‘the departed soul' to rest in peace in gloss
They spit and spit ‘created' agony in words of growth,
And so shut their eyes to hide all truth.
Repeat those selfish- “She is the daughter of Earth”
So she well returned and returned to the Earth.
Fearless she was, when she met, met-
The canines horrible of the Death; all hot.
So, so nobody knowing, knowing even her name,
The ‘country' burnt her body to ashes unknown.
All the memory she did bear
Her ‘country' buried all so clear.
Rulers' sons, they kept all jokes,
To share in between; on her death to mock.
They laughed and laughed and laughed all wonder
No one to say a word to them to hinder.
Are they not the ‘lions' to rule this land,
On tomorrow as ‘so harmless' on band.
Are they not the cunning vultures to peck, bite and cut-
The flesh and blood of womanhood, harping, harping all got?
A song, so sung; oh sung, oh sung to its end on a nameless,
All the beginning, the beginning; of so sweet mingling, oh aimless!