The current political environment here in the United States reminds me of the “The Second Coming,” a poem by W.B. Yeats that I first encountered many years ago in an English Literature class.  In particular what comes to mind is the third line in the first stanza:

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.