Cry, the Beloved Country

The expression belongs to another time, another place.  Out of principle, I won't look it up.  If memory does not fail (failed memory serendipitously holding center stage), the place was South Africa, and the time was under apartheid.  But it is apt for the here and now as America, like one of those drone-wounded Russian armored personnel carriers, careens pilotless towards a ditch, with its turret spinning hopelessly out of control.