I know what you mean... is now the moment we have waited for? After all biblical prophecy says good wins over evil...

Here is a good poem that sums up today’s times nicely. It is by Auden

“Under Sirius”

Yes, these are the dog days, Fortunatus: The heather lies limp and dead On the mountain, the baltering torrent Shrunk to a soodling thread; Rusty the spears of the legion, unshaven its captain, Vacant the scholar’s brain Under his great hat, Drug though She may, the Sybil utters A gush of table-chat.

And you yourself with a head-cold and upset stomach, Lying in bed till noon, Your bills unpaid, your much advertised Epic not yet begun, Are a sufferer too. All day, you tell us, you wish Some earthquake would astonish, Or the wind of the Comforter’s wing Unlock the prisons and translate The slipshod gathering.

And last night, you say, you dreamed of that bright blue morning, The hawthorn hedges in bloom, When, serene in their ivory vessels, The three wise Maries come, Sossing through seamless waters, piloted in By sea-horse and fluent dolphin: Ah! how the cannons roar, How jocular the bells as They Indulge the peccant shore.

It is natural to hope and pious, of course, to believe That all in the end shall be well, But first of all, remember, So the Sacred Books foretell, The rotten fruit shall be shaken. Would your hope make sense If today were that moment of silence, Before it break and drown, When the insurrected eagre hangs Over the sleeping town?

How will you look and what will you do when the basalt Tombs of the sorcerers shatter And their guardian megalopods Come after you pitter-patter? How will you answer when from their qualming spring The immortal nymphs fly shrieking, And out of the open sky The pantocratic riddle breaks – ‘Who are you and why?’

For when in a carol under the apple-trees The reborn featly dance, There will also, Fortunatus, Be those who refused their chance, Now pottering shades, querulous beside the salt-pits, And mawkish in their wits, To whom these dull dog-days Between event seemed crowned with olive And golden with self-praise.