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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.

‘The Second Coming’ W.B. YEATS

And now, what will become of us without the barbarians?

Those people were a kind of solution.

‘Waiting for the Barbarians’ CONSTANTINE CAVAFY