I feel this needs improvement but so far I have not managed it
In the past, we thought the world our own
Created for us by a loving Lord
So on its lands , we made our little homes
Existentialists claim we have no home
Dislocated,life can’t be enjoyed
In the past, folk felt the world their own
Hell is other people, Sartre claimed,
Dividing us to monads ,deeply flawed
Yet in the past ,community was sane
Why do we feel lost with lone hearts maimed?
Are we shocked by new techniques and awe?
In the past, communion was our own
Spirit lost in wars,what is our aim?
If God is dead, who shall declaim the Law?
We’re ” civilised “, how mute Ethics forlorn
The tablet Moses found has been disdained
We submit to nothing but our toys.
Machines and war destroy communal aims.
Who can raise us ;how can debts be paid?
How my heart sings 
I’ll try to find time to think about it. After several millennia of thinking we are being looked after, we are finding it’s time to grow up and take charge of ourselves – it hurts.
Thank you,Mike.I think there might be two poems in it possibly…