Sang The Chorus Of Women Of Canterbury

We have not been happy, my Lord, we have not been too
happy.
We are not ignorant women, we know what we must expect and
not expect.
We know of oppression and torture,
We know of extortion and violence,
Destitution, disease,
The old without fire in winter,
The child without milk in summer,
Our labour taken away from us,
Our sins made heavier upon us.
We have seen the young man mutilated,
The torn girl trembling by the mill-stream.
And meanwhile we have gone on living,
Living and partly living,
Picking together the pieces,
Gathering faggots at nightfall,
Building a partial shelter,
For sleeping, and eating and drinking and laughter.

...God is leaving us, God is leaving us...

--from T. S. Eliot, Murder In The Cathedral, Part I.