If a meteor should rend our spinning earth
In twain, there is no ground for belief
That the act was done to stop all human birth
Or if a tornado gathers all its force
To uproot all houses, all children, without relief
No one dare claim a purposeful course.
What then of a contagion spread
With untold numbers of sick and dead?
Is there a benefit in seeking blame
Unless an act of horrific shame?
A virus, though a deadly thing,
Has no thought of the harm it brings—
A virus knows no one’s name.
