Where the mind is plagued with fear

Where the mind is plagued with fear and the head hangs low.
Where ‘knowledge’ is fake;
Where the world has been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls.
Where words come out from the depth of lies,
Where tireless driveling stretches its arms towards destruction,
Where the stream of reason has clearly lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.
Where the mind is led backwards by a few,
Into ever-narrowing thoughts and stasis.
Into that hell of shamedom, my Father, let not my country descend.

When the news inspires you to vandalize a masterpiece; these are sad times indeed.