A New World

Is there a man who never ate his daily bread with tears, is there a man whose destined fate led to the land of fears? Is there a man who never loved another human being, is there a surgeon, scrubbed and gloved who operates unseeing? Is there a man who steals and robs who hesitates but kills, a killer who so loudly sobs about all mankind's ills? Is there a man good in his heart who will not compromise, or is he just another tart a man made up of lies? Is there a God, so good and pure a holy, but free sample, that he could guarantee a cure by heavenly example? Are all the Gods up in their sky completely apathetic, and are they of indifferent eye besmirched by anaesthetic? Is there a world that we foresee that could approach perfection, or does the fault lie painfully with faulty gene selection? There is no God, no world, no man who'd make us only proud, we need a new God, one who can come down from his high cloud. A God who doesn't sit and snicker about our bad behaviour, nor raise his finger, scold and bicker, can we please have a saviour? And will He pardon my advice to scrap all DNA and I don't care if this defies the rules He may obey. Is there in all the universe a bigger, sadder mess, if not perhaps He could rehearse new plans, where best is less. 'Cause I am certain He does know this world must be destroyed, all new ones will be pure, and glow forever overjoyed. No blame shall fall upon Him then for all the hasty dealings He did when He created men Good luck, God, no hard feelings.