The Problem

"The Problem", a poem by Sam Lynn

The Problem
We come out of the great unknown We go into the vast beyond And we're here because we're here Because we're here ...
The cruelty of ignorance The frustration of not knowing - So the universe began as a big bang An it's expanding; well, let it expand. Where does that leave me? At least I'm alive
And can eat, and drink and be merry, Can enjoy the sun and the wind and the rain And the grass growing and the buds bursting And the birds singing and the waves crashing And can exercise my mind and my skills.
But I keep coming back to one sad truth: Life to live has only life for food. Nature, red in tooth and claw Kills and devours. And the so-called highest form of life -
Mankind itself - Rapes, tortures, kills and slaughters The wide world over. The survival of the fittest Is the destruction of the many.
But this is God's plan! Which makes it very difficult to believe in God. Yet life without God is meaningless. That Is the Problem.

Sam Lynn