(full poem here)

Renea McKenzie — dear world,

if i’m just a walking sac of chemicals,
then there’s no such thing as miracles
and caring isn’t caring; just synapses
flaring—so tell me, why should i care?

movies end happily, but i can’t for the life of me
understand—if God is dead, what’s the hurry?
why this cumbersome worry?
there’s no referent and nothing is definite;
so do as you please; forget
poverty, education, disease.

please tell me why should I care; pack my bags
and go over there; pay plane, bus and taxi fare?
so what if children don’t eat and people can’t walk
down the street without rape, AIDS, pregnancy to meet?...

Read the rest of the poem here

Probe is not a humanitarian relief organization, physically speaking. We offer relief from the captivitiy of empty philosophies and ideas that raise themselves up against knowing God. Renea McKenzie pens some gut–honest musings that reveal—in a way that prose cannot—some of the subtleties of human motivations to help those in dire need. Her poetic queries branch out to a mix of worldview considerations, hinting at an inherent pull from something or Someone beyond our broken selves.