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.
I spend an afternoon on a beach one glorious mid-winters day and this is what I come up with?
First thought Lord of the Flies, second thought Kony 2012.
But I abhor desktop activism so you’ll have to find the you tube link yourself.