NOV. 11, ’23 PHILS INN - REMEMBERANCE DAY

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 . . . 

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?