So the church Christ was hit and buried <br />Under its rubbish and its rubble. <br />In cellars, packed-up saints long serried, <br />Well out of hearing of our trouble. <br /> <br />One Virgin still immaculate <br />Smiles on for war to flatter her. <br />She's halo'd with an old tin hat, <br />But a piece of hell will batter her.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/le-christianisme/
