Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
. . . . .
And what rough beast, its hour come at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Yeats was writing about the period after World War I, but he was eerily prescient. Read the whole poem. It’s chilling.
(WC notes Howard Weaver is a big fan of The Second Coming as well.)