[In the style of the beginning of Homer’s Odyssey]

Tell me, Muse, of this land of much wealth, that was driven
far downward, after we had sacked science’s sacred citadel.
Many were they whose cities suffered, with bodies stack upon stack,
many the discords we suffered in our spirits in our narrow homes,
struggling for our own lives and the safety of our countrymen.
Even so we could not save them, hard though
We strove to; they were destroyed by their own wild recklessness,
fools, who worshipped the idol of Discontent, the False God,
and he took away the safety of their homestaying. . . .