I see the world as it is,

And wonder how it came to be.

That what we’ve become,

Sprouted from where we were.

In times past,

A child’s laughter brought joy to ones heart.

While today it goes un noticed.

Tomarow may fall apart.

A mans word,

Once bound by his honour.

Meaning nothing to an ear,

Without substance to ponder.

The name of God,

Onced reverened by by man,

Becomes an offence.

Only to be damned.

What we’ve become,

Sprouted from where we were.

But whgere we are,

Shames where we’ve been.