Poem for the Present Day?

Mundabor brings us a little offering from Kipling. 

It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily moved, They were icy — willing to wait Till every count should be proved, Ere the Saxon began to hate. Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight. There was neither sign nor show When the Saxon began to hate. It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the state. No man spoke it aloud When the Saxon began to hate. It was not suddently bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, When Time shall count from the date That the Saxon began to hate.

Earlier today, a talk-show hostess asked whether things are going so badly in this world that they will simply come apart soon.  That was after she noticed a story about Road-Rage-With-Shooting in Germantown, WI.--a most unlikely spot for such stuff.

We are assured that 'things will come apart,' of course.  But we never want it to be on our watch.

And we never want to be the Saxon, but it's darn difficult to maintain an even temper some days.