Just got the strongest flashback to English literature classes. All that's missing is a middle-aged lady loudly and energetically going over it line-by-line and explaining what it means.
This one feels more suited to the times we are in, though:
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.