The Problem
"The Problem", a poem by Sam Lynn
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The Problem
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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 ...
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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
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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.
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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 -
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Mankind itself -
Rapes, tortures, kills and slaughters
The wide world over.
The survival of the fittest
Is the destruction of the many.
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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.
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Sam Lynn
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