The Second Coming


    Turning and turning in the widening gyre

    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

    The best lack all conviction, while the worst

    Are full of passionate intensity.

Poem by  William Butler Yeats (1865-1939). It sounds to me like Yeats wrote this poem about the people running for election in the U.S.  The following was taken from CNN.

The American electoral circus has taken the stage and people around the world are watching in disbelief. To say they are not impressed would be an understatement.  A Colombian columnist called Donald Trump a “lab rat,” for testing the U.S. tolerance of toxic political debate.  In India, a commentator writes dismissively that the “self-declared ‘greatest’ democracy is descending into a farce.”