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.
Per wiki:
The poem is also connected to the 1918–1919 flu pandemic: In the weeks preceding Yeats's writing of the poem, his pregnant wife Georgie Hyde-Lees caught the virus and was very close to death. The highest death rates of the pandemic were among pregnant women—in some areas, they had up to a 70 percent death rate. While his wife was convalescing, he wrote "The Second Coming".
Here's an even better take on this (than the original, arguably), by Australian singer-songwriter David Bridie (pretty obscure. Met him once. Odd chap, but good musician):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3PTKEoYwhA
Also, it should say *died, in the title, not "did"... If that wasn't obvious.