The morning after the night before

In sonorous voice,
The hope and the hopelessness,
Is served with breakfast.

Went to bed last night as a part of Europe, woke up this morning to the shocking news.  Even the announcers on the radio sounded like they were announcing the death of a dearly loved monarch.

I'm saying no more, except "sorry" for what my country has done.

This immediately sprang to mind.