Where We Are

I see the world as it is,
And wounder how it came to be,
That what we've become,
Sprouted from what we were.

In times past, a child's laughter,
Brought joy to ones heart.
While today it goes unnoticed,
Tomorrow may fall apart.

A mans word,
Once bound by his honor.
Meaning nothing to an ear,
Without substance to ponder.

The name of God,
Once reverenced by man.
Becomes an offence,
Only to be damned.

What we've become,
Sprouted from what we were.
But where we are,
Shames where we've been.