Distant Thunder Grows Louder

This coming problem reminds me of a Yeats poem which seems to speak to what happens when the fabric of community is torn. I believe that the gas and water issue is not about money or land rights vs right use of land but the larger notion of Pocahontas County, West Virginia as a community lasting into the future intact and with a common purpose and vision.

The Second Coming
...
Things fall apart; the center 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.