After two days of malaise, I realized I was grieving the loss of my country as I have known it. It happened gradually, as events unfolded and next generations arose, until their collective impact forced me to acknowledge that the U.S. I have loved no longer exists.

What will rise in its place has not yet been revealed. So, as I wait, I remember William Butler Yeats’ poem The Second Coming. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43290/the-second-coming

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