Life's Mystery Poem by Sandra Feldman

In the long, mysterious History,
Of all Human Fallacies,
Thoughts and questions of our Drama,
Keep on pounding, haunting me.

Who, what are we on this planet?
Not explained by History,
Are we really the creation,
Of Something we cannot see?

We create, destroy and murder,
Lie, control politically,
We are always pushing further,
Where all innocence should be.

We are creatures born of darkness,
And a human mystery,
Love sometimes will light that darkness
Be Our only Victory.