The Wasteland and the September 11th Epic Poem

Some years ago in times of woe
            When wars were being fought,
A star appeared, whom most revered,
            And told us what he thought.
This poet’s name[11] is wreathed in fame
            In both the hemispheres,
Who wrote about the inner drought
            That bathed our world with tears.
 
The planet’s plight was bad despite
            Our scientific gain.
It seemed to those who watched its throes
            The world had gone insane.
When faith and trust were in the dust
            And money reigned supreme,
The hopes of some had now become
            A nightmare of a dream.
 
(Excerpt From Chapter 11)
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