Caveat: I like poemhunter.com, but it’s extremely ad-riddled, and the only way it’s tolerable to me any more is in “reader-mode” that strips out all the distracting fluff.
I read random poems, and I recently came across this one.
A phrase from it seems relevant to a certain current in our times:
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Abacus Noir 