I have always invoked Marshall Berman invoking Karl Marx invoking Shakespeare (Prospero in “The Temptest”) to describe the experience of modernity:
“All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned.”
But I could equally well use Irish poet William Butler Yeats from “The Second Coming” (1919) via African novelist Chinua Achebe:
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world…

The Second Coming is one of my favorite poems given the state of the nation.