There is good out there

There are murmurs of good out there.
From underneath all the headstones
the ants revel about a dream come true
while chickens Cock-a-Doodle-Do
and cows forget what's a stew.

There's rumors humans have deceased 
close to the crib
trampling on their mouths 
while they still breath
pushing millions of their own 
far down the cliff
while looking the other side to sneeze,
praying, 

as good Christians do,

may Jesus help them atop
but if He does not
it's certainly not their fault.

There are murmurs of good out there,
forests growing stronger
skies shining brighter
Polar bears safer
on their frozen happy iceberg,
colder every day
one more human spits away
and another catches rain,
every day
one more human slowly drags 
one more human
down the old valley of wrath
as if they were all rags
not even good to wipe their own bloodbath.

There is good out there, one would say
and if God were here, He'd agree,
but He went away
humans astray,
and God free

Earth found its glee.

There is good out there,
murmur the bees
while all humans fall on their knees
and honey dripples down the trees.