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It is indeed a poem that has seemed apropos far too often. How many more times are cities going to have to burn before equality and justice are achieved for all? How many times? How many times? How many times? "The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned." Your country I fear, Dorothy, is in terminal decline.
It is certainly in decline. Whether it is terminal remains to be seen. Will we be able to rouse ourselves to throw out the greedy, amoral bastards who are destroying the country from within? We'll see finally whether the center can hold.
Such a beautiful yet eerie poem.
Yeats might have written it yesterday.
Sometimes the choice is just too obvious.
This was too perfect, considering that the poem was written in 1919, during a great pandemic. Now, we do not know if our center will hold.
It is quite eerie considering the similarities between the time when it was written and now.
This poem is so fitting for right now! Couldn't have chosen better!
That was my thought also.