I never thought about these lyrics in terms of mirroring what was actually happening. But now.....I have to agree with you.
It does seem to fit these times sadly. But there is hope & prayers! I am saying lots of them these days.
“Lets hope Don McLean was not a psychic channeling future events when he wrote this song.”
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Don McLean, i understand, scribbled American Pie
in a Saratoga Springs tavern
... and then staggered down the street to the Caffe Lena coffeehouse,
where he gave its premiere performance.
A poem which really captures the ominous state of our culture today (although it was inspired by events at the close of WW I) is Yeats' Second Coming:
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.