O father, father
Gone from us, lost to us,
The church lies bereft,
Alone,
Desecrated, desolated.
And the heathen shall build
On the ruins
Their world without God.
I see it.
I see it.
T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.228, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt