Remembered the last three lines of this Mathew Arnold poem watching the news today. Cops with no body cams shoot this guy in Kenosha and then there are demonstrations that lead to the darker forces tearing up the town and then a teenage Trumpist as part of a militia guns down two of them.
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night
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