Quo Vadimus?

If man is the measure of all, Our world immediately shrinks. There can be no moral compass Just the yardstick of failure and success Drunkenly refracted by o'er heated ambition Or chilling revenge Without the overarching Architect, The Prime Mover that once was. Man lives in a festering swamp Where reason plays handmaiden to naked power And words mean what the speaker wants. It is now man needs a Voltaire To bring him back into the light of the sun. If there is no God, man must invent one.