Two Poems On Current Politics

One, By Hugh Macdiarmid, from here in Scotland, the other, like all Edith Sitwell's poetry, applies to the wider world (maybe the universe). I hope Macdiarmid's poem doesn't come true for us in 2014.
   

   
The Little White Rose - Hugh Macdiarmid

   
   The rose of all the world is not for me. 

    I want for my part 

   Only the little white rose of Scotland

   That smells sharp and sweet—and breaks the heart.

Excerpt From Sleeping Beauty - Edith Sitwell

And there are terrible and quick drum-taps 

That seem the anguished beat of our own heart 

Making an endless battle without hope 

Against materialism and the world. 

And sometimes terrible lumbering Darkness comes 

Breaking the trivial matchboard floors that hide 

From us the Dead we dare not look upon: 

O childish eyes, O cold and murdered face— 

Dead innocence and youth that were our own!