A stanza for our age?

The first stanza of “The Second Coming,” by the great Irish poet William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), seems uncomfortably appropriate for our time:

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.